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[nefarious64]

our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th floor suite
and swivels to gaze down
at the city he made me in
he allows me to stand and
solicit graffiti until
he needs the land i stand on
in my darkened threshold
am pawing through my pockets
the receipts, the bus schedules
the matchbook phone numbers
the urgent napkin poems
all of which laundering has

Comments

[genno]

Sweet journal. I'm adding you.

[nefarious64]

alllright

[brighteyesd]

I LOVE that album, in paticular, that song, and if it isnt her.

[nefarious64]

mm yeah. agreed.

[brighteyesd]

friendddd me?

[nefarious64]

whered ya find me, girlie?

[brighteyesd]

i believe ani d

[nefarious64]

ahh okay.