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Jan 2020
back in new york my life was a narrow vestibule
but my dreams were cathedrals
reality was vapor
fantasy as concrete as 8th avenue

here in pittsburgh iā€™m living the life
but my dreams are deflated balloons
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the dirty poet  101
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