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Tear down your burgundy
Oh heartless one
As I reach forth to you
11 years 1 month ago
The bus is hot as it rolls, and with the number of bodies is
Sticky air and sweat-wet seats and the raw smell of humans.
11 years 1 month ago
The bus is hot as it rolls, and with the number of bodies is
Sticky air and sweat-wet seats and the raw smell of humans.
11 years 1 month ago
(poems go here) darkness falls, darkness rises, clouds of gray and black, impostors.
11 years 1 month ago
When you take a closer look at me
As, I take a closer look at you.
We look the same
We both like the same sports.
11 years 1 month ago
They said to get to the back of the bus,
They never thought that we would change the world,
11 years 1 month ago
Multiple years ago, and still not far away,
For still are many thankful, with every passing day.
11 years 1 month ago
She was a Rose
A beautiful, brown Rose
She stepped up on the bus of separation
She sat down, for our freedoms
11 years 1 month ago