up to the tops of the tippy tippy top side we congregate in way that is equally lopsided retired liars hired sires and the way it goes holy shit I can’t write poetry anymore I just pick words from the menu and drop them onto the section let it mention pay attention this is not rap I just break it off one time with a season to crop the image so that we can see the best of it let the rest leave it sest seasons we breathe demons this spring season
Nick City
poetry and prose for poets and pro's
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