Diesel PunksA Poem by Davidgeo.in a grimy seat underneath a yellow sun from atop a war machine in between violent noise and the scent of gasoline dressed in broken glass and dirty chrome in between twisted metal burning ever brightly on taboo thoughts and rusty dreams just about to die as it always lived as a filthy mind in disrepair from the wasted lands from the forgotten places they are the diesel punks the living endings
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