concrete jungle
this ghetto life this high life
thumbing my way through
this concrete jungle
waiting on the next hustle
i'm in killadelphia
not dead yet though
i try daily
it's romantic in it's way
lying naked on a 
shabby chaise lounge
hearing the sounds of his
slumber

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sagitta   sagitta wrote
on 8/10/2011 5:30:05 AM
Read it. Nice.

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