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poetry for the displaced
a notepad that captures sanity gone mad
friends
HOLLYWOOD JAY
culture king
poet
jay oh yes
Bay Area, CA, United States
crutchboyproductions@gmail.com
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wonder......................if the owner's got a d...
a note to my old friends
tapes and scattered paper lay on the floor
girl got headphones on her shoulder
::::::::::::::::::the finger gripped *************...
the looks are there, but his brain is gone
the letter
modern day mozarts' still die by candlelight and c...
____________________________drink a lot of wine......
the poem is really in the rap, baby...
SCHOOL BUS (re) TIRE
she feeds me
the minute you give up on the dream is when they k...
I found a new muse and she has my left eyeball in ...
LOOK GIRLYOU CAN'T SHOW YR SMILEYOU MUST REMAIN W/...
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I'm on my way...to the place wherelegends are immo...
my day...
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does panning really work?
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