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it is midnight, and i am lonely perched near an open window looking out into the city full of strangers pulsing through the streets it is midnight, and i am lonely the cool air striking my face as i listen to the bells chime and count them one, two, three, four, five and it is only when i get to twenty-seven that i realize i'm doing something wrong it is midnight, and i am lonely laying on the worn mattress, thin bars pressing into my back staring at the cracked white ceiling making constellations out of spiderwebs and generally thinking about nothing it is midnight, and i am lonely wandering the empty streets of Harlem plastic bags fluttering by someone screaming and me, walking it is midnight, and i am lonely standing in a large crowd telling a joke and gesticulating emphatically wiggling my eyebrows when i get to the funny part it is midnight, and i am lonely.
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Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
It is midnight, and I am lonely
it is midnight, and i am lonely perched near an open window looking out into the city full of strangers pulsing through the streets it is midnight, and i am lonely the cool air striking my face as i listen to the bells chime and count them one, two, three, four, five and it is only when i get to twenty-seven that i realize i'm doing something wrong it is midnight, and i am lonely laying on the worn mattress, thin bars pressing into my back staring at the cracked white ceiling making constellations out of spiderwebs and generally thinking about nothing it is midnight, and i am lonely wandering the empty streets of Harlem plastic bags fluttering by someone screaming and me, walking it is midnight, and i am lonely standing in a large crowd telling a joke and gesticulating emphatically wiggling my eyebrows when i get to the funny part it is midnight, and i am lonely.
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icarus-kirk
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Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
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