The first time I thought I was dying in America was on a street that was just a number. No name, just 4th Avenue. Thanks for reading POETS FLY COACH! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Maybe I would have preferred a Magnolia Boulevard, Pacific Crescent or Grand Parade be the geography of my end.
THE FIRST TIME I THOUGHT I WAS DYING IN AMERICA
THE FIRST TIME I THOUGHT I WAS DYING IN…
THE FIRST TIME I THOUGHT I WAS DYING IN AMERICA
The first time I thought I was dying in America was on a street that was just a number. No name, just 4th Avenue. Thanks for reading POETS FLY COACH! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Maybe I would have preferred a Magnolia Boulevard, Pacific Crescent or Grand Parade be the geography of my end.