when we wakes to find our stomach lining
churning with all the indecisions of an
american,
burning our throats with pumpkin stained
acid,
how important will your swagger really be,
after you perch your lightbulb busted dreams
against the backdrop of brooklyn
climb from behind all their expectations
and leave babylon with your empty words?
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