Forlorn Dusty City Road- -
~FORLORN DUSTY CITY ROAD- -
Grimy, small windows roughly desire a small, small car;
Where is the dusty road?
All slums buy dark, dusty flowers stars;
Shrink quietly like a misty corner fold;
Love, life, and desolation cold;
The dead truck quickly desires the worker.
Where is the misty light broker?
Never desire a car;
Why does the sidewalk shrink?
The flower stops like a noisy driver;
Ooh, exhaustion!
Never desire a driver;
Who drives on dirty roads
4/2/19
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