| 雅-Miyavi!!!!! |


CrosswalkThe old lady in the molderingCrosswalk
penny loafers shuffles quietly away,
but for the incessant clicking of her bones,
one against another,
amid the creaking of un-oiled
mechanical joints replaced
when she was fifty-nine.
The finest titanium, they said.
The thumping and shuddering engine retraces the highways of her veins.
5th street and 6th, traversing Broadway in the rain, it caught her cracked asphalt spider webbed
the hem of her dress has been redone an off-color thread from yesterday. I don't know who she was.
hide WIP| All the stuff I'm not so sure is good enough to put up here! |
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My cat thinks the world of me. Unfortunately, she believes in world domination.
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Why, in this empty room,
is my body shaking?
Tell me...
www.louisalings.dk
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My cat thinks the world of me. Unfortunately, she believes in world domination.
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Why, in this empty room,
is my body shaking?
Tell me...
www.louisalings.dk
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My cat thinks the world of me. Unfortunately, she believes in world domination.
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My cat thinks the world of me. Unfortunately, she believes in world domination.
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My cat thinks the world of me. Unfortunately, she believes in world domination.
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