[ watching the grass ride the wind ]
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the girl in the front
raven
and baby blue-eyed.
sugar love lips,
salt yellowed tongue.
i think you like her taste.
her rubber dull taste.
YOU ARE READING
rolling in our graves
Conto"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
