Persia Poem by poem whore
Persia
Dusty roads and a dirty weapon
blisterd feet and hotter then hot heat
make me dream of a time when life was sweet
when beer and weed surrounded me
and girls were down on their knee's
parties and what seems to be the life for me
on top of what the world was at the time didn't seem to be
but now that my eye's are open to the world and it ways
it seems to be the only light I see
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