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On Broadway, between the homeless camp and the ale house, I saw you. Your hands glowing neon green matchin..

Billowing clouds from smoke stacks, pick up trucks racing to maintain their egos during our morning and evenin..

The coffee trickles down my throat and into my gullet it stir’s last night’s emotions awake. The cream in my coffee cup, you ..

Missing you is sour, like eating unripe fruit I’ve been eating it for weeks and it’s making it so I..

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