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A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings.
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All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
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All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line.
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
Posts: 662
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Some kid’s shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth.
Brooklyn, I’m broken,
I’m breaking apart.
Greenpoint pins down my hand,
Red Hook pierces my heart.
And my blood runs into the Gowanus Canal
Where it sinks to the bottom
And hurts like hell.
This tourniquet turns even tighter until
Traffic comes to a standstill.
We come to a standstill.
I come to a standstill.
Oh.
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Two or three things I know for sure,
And one is that I would rather go naked
Than wear the coat the world has made for me.
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