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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Staten Island


Staten island by convict gypsy


a   forest combed in city blocks
i     ...wanna... walk to you.... past posted tresspassin
to where the ground meets the moon
th police wont shut me down
no no no ive been locked up once b4
nothins keepn me from u my love...
ur my fav. crackwhore
you see, lately ive been missin you
like Zephyrus misses the East
i hope u know id die for you
i wouldnt even die 4 this country.
so glad u dont do anythin u can 2 make money
someday ill buy a fancy ring, buy you those shoes u thot were pretty
....the seagulls pick at what i lost
up ahead is the bay & the docks, they croon.
id miss my friends i thot.
i hope i see u soon
                               -i love u,
                                lost boy

Posted by jady at 5:21 PM

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