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Archive for December, 2001

Poetry

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“1:30 in the morning
konkrete jungle
suddenly
al green
so tired of bein alone
smiles break
so tired of on-my-own
heads bob
wont you help me girl
as soon as you can

later
empty street
again
stranger sings
music passes over the bluster
words don’t fare as well
from a city with an open wound
music” -my poetic recap of my walk home

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December 11th, 2001 at 11:29 pm

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