It is raining hard and dark in New York City
and I am like the child who, after the party,
is sent to bed and hears only laughter
and the trickle of people heading home early
and begins to feel alone.
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29.3.10
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Do you remember staring,
up at the stars,
so far away in their bulletproof cars?
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