there were pockets of heaven,
green grassy heaven
lusterus lunches on sweet soil patches
blocking off the streets from idling cars
lusterus lunches on sweet soil patches
blocking off the streets from idling cars
when you follow the yellow brick road
you can either wake up and smell the poppies
or you can power walk strait to emerald city, which you will find out doesn't really exist until you smell the poppies
2 comments:
lara if you wrote that it's beautiful.
No one belongs there more than you. If you didn't write it, then it stinks.
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