sábado, 21 de septiembre de 2013

Sour Powder


The smell of grass
The sound of ducks
Coffee so expensive
In the Starbucks

Isn't this heaven?
Isn't this right?
Isn't this that park
Where I slept last night?

Having meth I am fine
Having beer I am safe
No more pain
No more disgrace

He is just singing
With no lyrics
Deal with it
Don't regret it

Ignacio Granda Romalde

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