No gas line
frantic wind, we sleep in parks
drinking tea, we smoke this grass
chicago air, so warm, so thick
igniting the sky, she whines, she whines
when coming down, no gas line, no gas line
drinking tea, we smoke this grass
chicago air, so warm, so thick
igniting the sky, she whines, she whines
when coming down, no gas line, no gas line
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this poem is based on the photowhich was taken by me near a warehouse