pompoms
roll down the window
Sandle burn on my
Baby wite feet
Reminds me of a zora neale hurston story
OK style.
Keep turning, keep finding
One more of these
Skinny red roads
That smel like the
Bottom of the world-
That smell like the
Other side
Of wat?
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