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some of the “greats” are walking among us making eye contact upon our sidewalks sharing sweaty seats on our buses eating tempeh and salad at our cafés lying next to us, sleeping, in our beds we shop at their record stores throw dollars in their guitar cases curse their driving on our freeways art and history are presently in motion the past is just the place where we idealize them
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
his ****** poems will seem iconic once he’s dead
some of the “greats” are walking among us making eye contact upon our sidewalks sharing sweaty seats on our buses eating tempeh and salad at our cafés lying next to us, sleeping, in our beds we shop at their record stores throw dollars in their guitar cases curse their driving on our freeways art and history are presently in motion the past is just the place where we idealize them
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
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