brett

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they're not gonna give you nothing
somebody did something to you
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i'll look at the hands of every couple i walk by
but here i am explaining myself to myself
the woman in the red dress, the city
hasn't spit on her yet
the author has a contact buzz from some desensitized metropolitans
the author is going to a museum exhibit on a heroin addict
cognitive dissonance dissipated
jmb wrote like me
but i'm writing it here
i'll come back for you later this summer
but the city won't be there, gone