A Poem For You: Room 204
The night just became younger than ever. Thirty seconds to Christmas.
The street leading to room 204 was white and devoid of heat, with 'Silent Night' sounding from a corner store.
The cats in the alley were peaceful, sharing a bowl of hot milk placed by a young beautiful girl, clothed in a ghostly blue gown, and had brown curly hair.
Room 204 was just a few steps away, its splendor radiating the whole six-story building, one of the best structures in the whole of the w…
A Poem For You: Strippers and White Lanes
Judge me for a penny you hid away in the lockers to keep me at bay your feet of ignorance.Judge me for what I understand.Judge me for what it's worth for I'm worth nothing compared to a misconception called religion.Judge me for I've known too much, for a frivolous child you put in a library filled with questions and expect no rhetorical. Judge me for I'm a lonely stripper hustling on the white lanes of somewhat loving and somewhat beliefs.
Nothing in this wo…
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