Crossing an extra large road my eyes drifting behind my legs I wonder if the cars will see my open beak a little too freaked by the fog and the skyline thinking "I'm from here" do I look like a teenager who "gotta get outta this place" or just a mom from elsewhere? I've been living on the edge all wrong.
ahhhh love this
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