Thursday, July 2, 2015

Cuffs

Bullets hail down the hall - 
She laughs finishing her last cigarette 
Could you find her ? 

She's running towards you 
Down the empty streets 
It's dark , I know 
But she slows the rain 
For a kiss good night

As she climbs 


In her get away - car 

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