Shy smiles under the surface of the walkingside,
exhaust gas,
red walls,
wet ground.
Could it all evaporate as in
An invisible caress.
Worryless of structures, he gains
the illusion of freedom, dressed-
down, sparing spits and crumbles and coins.
The means to master day by day
new knowledge cool-pressed.
Two towers of
beat, beat fast paced, unranked:
it’s a
cradle of paths:
some already sink instead, unsung and worthless,
some jest and jerk,
In front of me, he fake punk
-bolted belt-
bends over to kiss his girl.
And I can see through, through the air
Calvin Klein, Calvin Klein underwear, oh my god,
Calvin Klein underwear.
Halvhari
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