Street 18
Shiny silver bullet opens to reveal pompous red cream;
cream that is spread like hot melting wax upon a plump young canvas;
A canvas that must walk the streets at night to be viewed for money.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2009
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