Betty

I see red flashing on the streets. Skulls weaved with thorns ask to sit back and enjoy the ride. Anticipated leg taps, rush induced, send messengers of peace up neuron avenues. Destination unknown yet written in the stars. Betty, I’m a good girl too.

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2 Responses to Betty

  1. Calina, tu scrii mai nou asa de poetic?

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