A Riviera In The Ghetto - Poem by Alexander Julian
There's enough moisture for the vocabulary on my hand near trees,
As it's healthy food for personal thoughts on swimming pools in the breeze:
Exclusive concerts to touch until I'm human element in bones,
While paradise at school leaves me within reach to summing awkward moans.
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