HERE AND NOW
Just let me press this little knuckle here, and
I'll carry the load from that point on. I can
do it, yes. Your crazy flesh is driving me nuts.
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The city streets are right now rain-slicked. All those
dying yellow cabs, they seem double in this spacey
light : things move, people pace. Umbrellas grow
like crowns from sodden people's head.
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If it was raining fire, I'd still go home with you.
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