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My Boulevard
I grew up in a quiet street,
where the only noise i would ever hear was the riot in my head
thoughts blasting,
like a ball kicked so hard to purposefully the net,
can i vent?
In the street i grew up in, i only had one friend,
called nature and we were always one.
difficult times now and then,of course,
as this friend of mine had windy issues,
cause i told the forecast as it was.
however, after all the rain we always expected the sunshine.
to be continued...
where the only noise i would ever hear was the riot in my head
thoughts blasting,
like a ball kicked so hard to purposefully the net,
can i vent?
In the street i grew up in, i only had one friend,
called nature and we were always one.
difficult times now and then,of course,
as this friend of mine had windy issues,
cause i told the forecast as it was.
however, after all the rain we always expected the sunshine.
to be continued...
Published 7th Jun 2013
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