and I would live on the Brooklyn side if I could look out my windows through the metal neon lines of the fifty foot Domino Sugar sign hangs over Brooklyn like a cross on a hill and the tragic Miss with the pout and the beer desperately trying to make sex look sincere is ignoring my friends who are too drunk to fear and the band still sweating a sardonic sneer and I know that I'm going but am I going anywherecopyright/visit Brenda Kahn
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