18th StreetA Poem by Connor
Is this how its supposed to be?
Is this how its supposed to be? We are just nervous skin over broken bones. Is this how its supposed to be? Is this how its supposed to be? We are just fragile kin, with alibis to hone. The alley behind 18th street, the money behind the dumpster. This is where our ends will meet, our beginnings.
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Added on May 27, 2010 Last Updated on May 27, 2010 Author
ConnorAbouti'm a journalism student attending northeastern university. my dorm bookshelf currently holds big sur by jack kerouac, the stranger by albert camus and junky by william burroughs. my favorite music ar.. more..Writing
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