Neon lights flicker
in a room which can never get dimmer
where smokes couldn't be distinguished
if it's coming from cigarette flame
or a burning souls
Night is their day
when babies drink bitter milk
when micro skirts are cut into half
and poles aren't made for flags
to please for better tip
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Rainbow Sky ( A Collection )
PoetryDrabbles and poems of thoughts of people living under the rainbow sky. (c) PurpleMindedGirl