Dancing lights

Dancing lights on wet streets
On wet streets cars steaming
Cars steaming the boy with a runny nose
The boy with a runny nose selling flowers
Selling flowers stolen from a grave


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  1. Aparna2 June 2010 at 03:16

    very nice...the link between all the lines is amazing

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