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(for dorrine)
sometimes i think about
da dirt we stand on
and what iz made of
its made of me:00

sometimes i think about
that women i saw yesterday
and what she does in her life to keep her from

she was nineteen
she was expanding now
lulled into this shallow sense of happiness
infatuated with the buzz from the people she fit with
but could never keep them close enough to her heart
they'll and shell continue down the unconscious path

(as a youth)
why do the cracks in the sidewalk
seem so damn big these days?
and its a fat chance the cracks in the sidewalk
will swallow me up whole one day ://

(old mfer now)
she's now decrepit like the bridges and trains
of a city doomed to crumble under its own weight
but the concrete city will be remember
but not ol' dorrine always asking me

why do the cracks in the sidewalk
seem so damn big these days?
and its a fat chance the cracks in the sidewalk
will swallow me up whole one day

sometimes i think about

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