Stars fill the sky, but the city lights keep everything awake. People flood the park, looking over their shoulders, hands stuffed deep in their pockets. Cops watch from the shadows, keeping everything in their sights. They're my backup if anything goes wrong.
A shifty kid in a slick leather jacket comes up to me, denim collar popped and pant cuffs rolled up. His eyes are wide, both from fear and high.
"You looking to buy?"
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Poetry Book 2
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
