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Nov 2010
I am tired, man. Tired of this town.
The talking sounds like noise and
the noise sounds like bugs.
Black and white--
Can’t get past the colors.
Can’t get past the walls.
Everyone is waiting for a grenade.
We are all shells drifting in the flooded streets.
I am tired, man. Tired. Tired of this town.
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Melissa Rubio
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