that the broken bodies falling over my feet
i will learn to blind myself to injustice enough
not to let it cut at me
get caught under my skin
like a promise i cant keep
that maybe
the fact that my subway ride gets darker and darker the deeper i get into brooklyn
and the shoulders fall further and further
and life seems to get
harder and harder
that someday
those thoughts
of being heavy
wrong and hurtful
will start to slide off of me
like melodies strung from guitar strings
i guess these are the parts of life
you didnt realize you were getting
with your bargin apartment
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