this artificially lit cement set scene
to the latest record of hip and run
in the alleys where i argued
that ignorance is not normalcy
she convinced me to no longer mind living
yet i still can’t wait to die
while strolling among the finless sharks
single mothers packing gold plated pistols
and gray air ascending into pink clouds
i cant help but want to break all my promises
that i made to this city
the pavement can hear my heart beat
it can tell when i’m nervous
and will rise to trip me
whats a little lost blood between you and an imaginary friend?
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