Brooding Street
- Henry Myrrh Redquill Vasquez (me)
- Feb 28, 2017
- 1 min read
The oyster is mine! The night sky tips its hat The north star, my navigation for promised glitz Hard rocks of the soul ground to an iced coconut shake Like Lugosi strolling through the streets and a hawk's goal oriented feet For just one hour, flows of ressurected waves of red new wave streaks Slices for cake and an eternal ride of a romanticism gateway, parties sculpted for life
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