July 10, 2012
I was left standing on the corner of Broadway street, my friend who was my lover left me holding her underwear,remnants and stenches of a love crime committed against others who were not me, deceit and repulsion fill my nose as I inhale and so I wish instead for cigarette smoke; which will leave me sick but not dead, though current conditions lead me to desire both

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