f**k you criticize this s**tA Story by brianna vega
she runs
out of breath she hurtles across a field of cement sea colored glass and dark crushed bottles shimmer as she races past as vagrants watch her fly by in suprise the la river flows a golden reflected contrast taking its time while litter floats gently on boats out to rage wars against the seas the suns setting shes breathing heavy looking up at the backs of houses and lives at times rudely exposed she runs © 2011 brianna vegaReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 5, 2011 Last Updated on October 5, 2011 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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