Laying naked on asphalt.
In the middle of this tow way street.
5 steps away from your house.
Outside.
Yeah outside the weathers great.
The air is clean.
The rain feels great!
Just when I pulled up to a pot hole of beauty.
3 steps away form loneliness,
on your front porch.
Silence was all we ever talked about.
We practiced nothing, and damn were we good at it.
Hands on the wheel spinning while Vanna White practices her fake smile.
Grandma could have made a lot of money.
Laying naked on fresh grown weeds.
On her grave.
5 steps away from grandpa.
Butterflies and pearly buds of closed daisies hang around here.
Where do I want to be?
Laying naked..
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