Tuesday, March 11, 2014

man bangs steal a van


Man bangs steal a van
On a quiet road of no man's land
The dry wind sings its song
It isn't the end my friend”

The heat from the hot land
The dry lips and hungry eyes
The naked souls of silent images
Man bangs steal a van

On a quiet road of no man's land
The sound of soft breathing racing with the wind
The breathless souls on the bushes
They don't hear the songs

On the skateboard the skaters fly
They are the birds without wings
The man bangs steal a van
On a quiet road of no man's land


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