Wander.

Wander.

A Poem by dechetstoxiques

condemned church steps

in god knows where on what street

your girlfriend would be so upset if she knew I keep holding your hand

but we're lost, five miles in

I don't know this city

and we're a case of beer deep


I hope someone jumps us

I hope they have a gun

I hope they're mad when we don't have any money


I hope we don't make it back home

© 2012 dechetstoxiques


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Added on October 1, 2012
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