it’s a street, long and twisted. highlighted with yellow lines and black smooth steaming pavement that lures you in and burns you with the slightest touch.
it’s a drug you can’t stop smoking. smell whispering in your ear and relaxation effecting the marrow in your bones and the beat of your heart.
it’s a dance, one that you cannot stop. you just keep twirling and twirling until you get off beat and then you twirl to get right back on.
it’s the love of your life, leaving you behind. watching all your pain and sorrow walk down a hall and feel your heart going from a peice to seven or more.
it’s a burn, cured by no oil. one that stings just thinking about it and scars your hands with a scar that will remind you of that one day.
it’s a glass, clear and crystal. carved in with a fine white color and filled with water that sparkles with a bit of sunshine.
it’s me, my life is me.
it's about as funky fresh as it gets, yall.
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