When I break through,
I’ll be flyin’
Wings trailin’ from
the dotted line
of time
Smoke October 29, 2008
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pitter patter
rain,
against cardboard chalk
it beats.
the footsteps,
they leisurely walk
in the night.
step,
to the left and the right
of the wrong. street
as we all meet
in the stairways
and the halls
listening well, and not missing the calls
of the
smoke.
DFA Writes 