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Street Races at Twelve

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By MirianPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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A dangerous kind of love.

Dark

Green, yellow and red

What do you choose ?

You choose go

Your strong cologne

Too much to count rings

Time is limitless

And you’re my getaway

Your car passes the limit

It’s nothing but lust now

Street races at twelve

Smoke of the engine

Cops at the corner

Drugs are abused

And you’re too

My gum pops

You taste my strawberry lips

Gel in your hair

Like you're a brand new Ken doll

But Ken doesn't smoke cigarettes

You hope your tire

Doesn't pop like my gum

I hope it doesn't either

Living is a must

Your love is not.

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About the Creator

Mirian

Hello, I’m Mirian but people call me mimi. I was born in Chicago and raised in Oxford, Pa. I am 19 years old and I have so many crazy stories and experiences.

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