Gen. Y
A silent force breaking boundaries
fenced in by disenchanted love letters
declarations for anti-climatic girls
these table turners, turning tricks for
extra cash on weekends
They serve a purpose in the underground
somber faces breaking backs to crawl in the undergrowth,
weeds
exchanging names and faces, always volatile
slippery little shits
as mother would say, a vulgar woman
It’s never enough, no
it’s never enough to satisfy these people.
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ladidadidadi reblogged this from quintessentialist and added:
This is amazing. It’s got that quality that I so admire...poetry where even though
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