NightA Poem by Connor
Quick and flash,
lone and brash, the instant of heroics, or artists and poets, never quick to die, cheat death, so sly, steal your breath for just a dime, the lush of forties, look back and laugh moonshine, moonlight the stash and the night.
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1 Review Added on June 13, 2010 Last Updated on June 13, 2010 AuthorConnorAbouti'm a journalism student attending northeastern university. my dorm bookshelf currently holds big sur by jack kerouac, the stranger by albert camus and junky by william burroughs. my favorite music ar.. more..Writing
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