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training ground

January 15th, 2014 § 0 comments

Poem #311 for Anonymous

 

I’ve ridden the trains all my life
getting off the last stop
lone city boy in the spotlights of the side streets

new york
my training ground for whatever is to come next
teaching me people will always come and go
and we will always intersect in this city of too few

 

 

af

 

 

(written with pen on paper)

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