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Next Stop, Brooklyn
ByM.P.C.
Little Miss Perfect Sitting at the train stop Red Nike high tops Listening to hip-hop. While we were waiting Started conversating Before I got her name Along came a train; Next stop, Brooklyn. ~Bruno Mars
Brick by Brick
ByM.P.C.
Walls. Sometimes, by locking everyone out, you get locked in. Walls so high it’s hard to breathe. Can’t be brought down that easily. It will require an army — or maybe simply the undoing of the wrong-doing by those who made them go up.
Warm Stream
ByM.P.C.
It comes at night and its warmth burns my eyes as it falls it leaves a mark when I no longer hear yours but my own breath. Deep inside no one knows what I’m feeling, this feeling what I’m wishing, this wish, if only it were a dream wake up to new eyes. At night…