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Tag Archives: Flames

Pretty green

The pretty green’s in flames, and i’ve just realised my flaming lips. The claret strikes the bloodstream. We can’t all be Rock ‘N’ Roll stars, so i’m blazing out the speaker with Kid Cudi clanking glass animals.

Posted bySmith Shine Poetry16th May 20206th March 2022Posted inPrisonTags:Claret, Flames, Glass animals, Kid Cudi, Poetry, Rock N Roll2 Comments on Pretty green
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