i shake run and fall apart,
then slam on my bipoler
brakes, and into the night
i land.
i stand, spit, and grawl into
place, then put on my bipoler
brakes, and into the night
i land.
into the night i land,
where unbrellas are
opened, and sneakers
are stolen, and god,
put into a box with a
love gift, and paper and
pen.
i shake run and fall apart,
then find myself laughing
at the whole afair..
then i put on my BIPOLER brakes..
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