seventeen dayz of phrase - montreal, qb
january twenty three, two thousand and ten
Seventeen days in the dark distance
clouds have parted
Yellow sun is opening her warm arms
Frozen shadows are thawing
Coffee to heat the heart
Montreal where is your part?
The soul in your sole
Rubber tread existence
Gritty urban resisitance
Allure of your sex shop sentiments
Wrecked common sense
Man in a parka checkin in on me
Street level marketing for drugs
I don't speak french
Hard packed snowy park bench
Graffiti walls
Analog photo elements
All so Divinely discontent
Ten thousand couples arm in hand
Gravity release me
Nothing is home in this foreign land
wow. i can honesty say i don't want to visit this place- i know you weren't trying to convey that- but your description is rich.
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