Pen & Pad
truest thing in the world
Quiet, silence, no words exchanged
relationships strained
Flip through pages to find where they fit in
All I need is the pad and the pen
Across the sheets we tossin up repeats
Summers in heat, like 90's bull three-peat’s
My name written on the street
Spray paint, street chalk
It's Still wet where everybody walk
tracks on shoes & stuff
What's on the street is so rough.
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