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Empire State of Mind Strikes Back
Yeah, Yeah, I stuck in Bushwick, Now want to get to East village, Feeling like a zero, don’t want to be here forever, I’m not the new big shot, And since I haven’t made it here, I probably can’t make it anywhere, Yeah they ignore me everywhere, I avoid Bronx and Harlem, cause I don’t know no one people push into me on Broadway, going to white castle again today No money to stash just what I got in my wallet, Forget ridding highway cause I am walking on it, Catch me in the kitchen washing dishes, Payday..Cruising down Lorimer, Bright yellow taxi, Driving hurry up cause of the meter…
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And For a Second There They Lost Themselves
And for a second there they lost themselves..in that second: and she said as they looked down in the canyon at the candle flickering flames in boxes on the hillside, yes, she said, inside me, she said, yes and yes and in my eyes I long for an eternity of this dance of yes, and before they knew it they looked up through the leafy tree tops across the roof top and towards the confines of the universe and the darkness looking down on them and the stars that are awake tonight, and the fishing boat bobbing sea miles away laps on the sand and say yes, and with her…
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Carbon Monoxide
He can’t stop shivering. There is sweat on the inside of his stomach, and the olive grove they stand in is so beautiful. The sky hangs tranquil, cloudless, and a hint of a breeze courses through the leaves. His fingernails need to be cut. He can see the grime building up beneath them, and when he touches his face spots appear and don’t burst. The dry heat mixes with the aroma of olives in a concoction which his nostrils tell him is perfect. But Carbon Monoxide is tasteless and has no smell, so he knows not to trust his senses. There is a poison here. Some of the others have…
