Tuesday, May 25, 2010

chasing pavements

hot days drenched
in latent love,
the beats slow
and melt, like
crayolas on a frying pan.
yours is grey
and mine is red, a
'trip the lights fantastic'
blob of awesome.
day to night, the
pavement burns but
still feels so good
to walk on,


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