Sacramento, black leather jackets
Street walk passage
Another quarter of coffee
The sun rose to the white
Noir Blaxploitation film
It does something white
To reach the dark necessity
Exactly what I thought for
A dark shoulder tattoo
Only for any few to blossom
We arrived at night
Everything was done behind
And still a grey color may occur
And still a grey color may occur
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem