They treat Life like some erotic game.
Shaking and junk-sick, minds askew,
They know no splendor.
Most have never had a milkshake,
Much less attended a tea.
The silent nights breed no verse,
For they have not the fertile minds of poets.
Their sleep is mundane--
Barren minds unaware of the clamour
Of trains and screaming sirens.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
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all your writes.