I mean
whatever she wanted me
to be
(easy, easy
for her to free
the free)
slide with
talk of smooth
scenes
a cat with cream
and the cafe steam
(live on the scent and
caffeine)
Something of the air inside
we shared breath
and it meant somethin
to me
(free and easy
in jeans) and
of course you know
all about the
machines
we rode fast NYC
times and the ghetto swag
(it's just a bag
lady
bag of tricks
and childhood dreams
let me trade them for your
fantasies)
with empty
means
Sunday, November 10, 2013
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