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Dec 2013
why don’t you go for a swim
in the river
wearing
concrete shoes?

something to do
to ****
some time

a good way
to ****
your
lover
too

surprise, surprise
I couldn’t find a bar
tonight
at least not one
that would have me

or fulfill my dreams

now I’m sobered up
and looking for a fight

so tell me...

have you ever heard
the sound
of raindrops on the rooftops?

or a heartbeat in the backseat?

it's hard to see the car crash
with your hands over your eyes

so keep off my doorstep
stay away from my soul
you can’t have this one

I’ll save it on my own

but it doesn’t
really
matter:

I’m already
dead.

so I guess the only
question is:

a bullet
in the kneecaps?

or this cigarette
I swear will be
my last?
Joshua Lederman
Written by
Joshua Lederman  NYC
(NYC)   
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