Snake eyes roll like my saliva gave the apple its flavor
our catch-you-later never manifested, painfully true
Graceland cemetery afternoon parading our youth
Zombie on repeat red cups of vodka and juice
stepping stones like dead roses on anonymous tombs
stop me if i'm stopping too soon. lost in your music
strumming loosely on guitar strings to soften the grooves
mountainside Montana rainstorm, clover and wheat
frozen peaks, molten beneath. we die so vultures can eat
^^That's awesome...
Your imagery is great, the way you can get your content to leap off the screen @ who ever reads it is def a skill.Your story tellin' ability is really unique, you should write a novel so all can admire you & your imagination, not just cats like myself fuckin' around online.
Dope shit Black.
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