crawl to the edge
push over the hedges and run
to the other one
nothing sorts out
nothing comes up roses
but i have my notes
carefully crafted
black ink, Waterman
i keep them in my back pocket
storage for hipster nomads
that dart in between the puddles
Brooklyn never smelled so teen spirit
i'm not sure if i can even say that
adt
short hills, nj
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