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by HollywoodSmile Mar 3, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Through days of snow no where to go the sun beats down on me my canvas sneakers slap, slap against the black burning pavement sea my book in hand, music in head, a happy place, smile on my face i almost understand that warm feeling, no voice screaming nothing left that i demand no burning anger no seething self hate its good to feel this way such a beautiful place a taste of others' minds such a goddamn beautiful day