Thursday, February 25, 2010

DAy 220: AS220

in providence
they where their art on their wrist
carry their souls in their pens
and spit poetry like prophecy
in these bike flooded streets
children are lost only to return to the light poles
shining red stop signs by moonlight
ther water sparkles here different
and your breathe echos
like you can hear your souls trying to find its way out
in providence
everyone is just a little more alive

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