Crowdogg Writing and Poetry
Canadian Anon
smoking
thoughtful
creeping
shadows stripping
legs and alley ways. orange lit streets
tagged up walls
black dress
tripping
high heels
clacking
while you roam alone
smoking from corner to home
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