Like High Priced Traffic Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Like High Priced Traffic



Eye sockets tell the lies of high priced liars,
S-,
And the night is forever warm like high
Priced traffic and piss,
And I just want to live forever, S-,
At the summit of your unobtainable kiss.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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