The air here smells like cigar smoke
Ocean keys
Streetlight trees
Banana chips and stray things
I think it's where I belong.
Poisonous ice and guava juice
Mint lemon pineapple drinks
Bright pink vintage car comes with a driver that wants a kiss on the cheek.
Palm leaves and paper peanuts create a very nice atmosphere
I'd almost like to live here
But I have people waiting for me at home.
Strangely I don't feel alone.
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FACES: A Poetry Collection
PoésieExactly what it looks like, a book full of poems. (VERY SLOW UPDATES-I post most frequently on my art book, so I recommend checking that out if you want more content.) (Note: Most of these poems are pretty old and edgy,,, I highly recommend skippi...
