Los AngelesA Poem by Stephanie W.There's graffiti in the streets, And death blows through the trees. A coma soon ensues And the ocean's never blue. The city never sleeps because you're too busy sleeping with everyone else. Sell Your Love. Sell yourself. Los Angeles. Sell yourself cheap. © 2009 Stephanie W.Reviews
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