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Pretty Girls

Smoking in the rain,
it calms me;
the rain.

I’m silent;
they pass with their smiles
by the hour,
jokes and kicks to kill
time.

Standing there with nothing
aside
from a little pocket
change left
to call a cab,
or find a dime.

Down
to my last dollar;
I’m still
paying for pretty girls
‘cause I heard they like to dig
graves.
Written by Ace_Avery (Clint Avery)
Published | Edited 30th Jul 2013
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