en la calle
- en la calle man, i meet you en tha street como el... like the rain that urgently screams a soft whine to wash us away. our fight concedes one to the other. bloodied. we stand. rain pouring, pouring down. punches and throws, they just slide off. we can't help but to laugh at this induced and rainy frustration. hysterically slipping all over the place. and falling over each other. en la calle, the rain steams from the ground. cooling and hazing our differences enough for us to touch as we are hidden. - Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 12:03 PM PST 10 • 0 • 12
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