Thank You Cash Will Do


Smell freedom clouds in green burning pastures of dreams.

Sleepless nights dodging wolves through a walled street.

Moon beams burning pocket books.

Night shadows deleting stars.

Plastic razor blades shred through aurora borealis.

Stone buildings crush ice creams.

Vapor currency smokes out your senses, but you are…

A bullet train.


Exit the box, ask why, what if.




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