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Tonight I miss the Bronx, I want to feel the cold east wind on my face And have him pull my cold hand into his jacket pocket That was my home, He was my home I want to hear the screeching of the halting 2 train in distnace as he slides between my legs
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Long Gone Memories
Tonight I miss the Bronx, I want to feel the cold east wind on my face And have him pull my cold hand into his jacket pocket That was my home, He was my home I want to hear the screeching of the halting 2 train in distnace as he slides between my legs
To an ex-boyfriend who I finally realized is the last real fire that I've found outside of myself, but he is long gone in the arms of someone else.
#ex#newyork
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
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