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HAZY BLUE EYES
Sour coffee for this morning,
A cigarette to sob up…
The traffic’s feeling sorry,
Life painted on ..
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She was summer when it rained
I was winter when it hurt…
She was bitter sweet cocaine,
I was all, all was my hope…
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This is a poem about poverty and the agony!! Its about this lady who, in herself is poor, finds a new born child on the street.. (You gotta read furth..
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