In a sea of ghosts,
I sat unknown
on the Flushing Local
over to 42nd Street.
And as I stared
through smudged glass,
at landscapes of grafitti,
I realized I was dead.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
In a sea of ghosts,
I sat unknown
on the Flushing Local
over to 42nd Street.
And as I stared
through smudged glass,
at landscapes of grafitti,
I realized I was dead.
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