i�ll walk alone and tonight stop pretending it�s with you.
                                                               
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i will write you a letter marked 2:31.
works and writings
bus stop three

Three men standing on the edge of the street
Three dogs bleeding in the summer heat
3 men standing on the edge of the street

Greed

One wears a suit
with shoes as black as night
and tinted with the rays of a golden sun
Time spent walking down halls to deliver
to a leader
Time spent walking down a path paved green
towards material wealth to quench a thirst
of great cars and summer residence

Lust
One bears ideas in his head
and a book in his hand
Lipstick upon his neck
Astray in thoughts of the former evening--
a virgin paradise of first sex nights
Wanting more
Feeling less
No longer alone
in a thirst for lust

Sin
One with stains
and darkness under his eyes
Red sleeves and soiled cuticles
Sleepless in infancy for twenty years
Exhumer of the dead
Waker of peace
Killer of innocence
childhood dreams


Three men board the bus to the city�s downtown morning
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