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I took the 56 bus downtownto a place once real,or at least in imagination.The flat windows and cold steelthat scraped against the winter skyfelt like ..
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Am I insane?Blessed with trialsof unclean angelsperfected with imperfection,mirrors of experiencereflected in a cracked iris.The holy face that follow..
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I am alone today, Alone in a cobweb with friends clamoring from the kitchen to the porch. Alone in the jokes bouncing off antique windows, alone ..
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You are not here, I am not therewhile a gaping hole bleeds from my side;And I am emaciated.Artifacts are everywhere:From Governor's Islandto the trail..
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I started smoking again It's terrible but, I'll buy another pack soon it helps me think: Hell is cold and unlit a metaphor for distance from love- so ..
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Tornados form in the distance, products of wild imaginations on rolling highways. Wisps of n*****s barely swirling from green clouds turning above God..
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The sun beats down on torn fencesabandoned yards, and broken cementof a World´s Fair stoop leading toward sidewalksonce walked by prostitutes..
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I changed my status and proclaimed:"I was over you"I lied, I´m sorryit was a parlor trick I didn´t fall for,the same way I fell over the r..
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(You)Sublime and calm,pecking and cooingat the unseen side of my brain.A breathless hug pinning my body to the floorasking me to come hard and let go ..
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Is it to much to ask for something more than dopamine and ((pulsating)) cromatics beating and shaking against the walls counting time until your middl..
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