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For my wife tara for my lovely wife Tara I love how you make me into someone good this is no puppy love though you'RE in the same league as our K9 friends you doubt my love for you on far too many occasions but like it or not im not going anywhere you are the sun in three morning and the moon at night but how dare i be a I so cli l cheWII don*t care anymore cause you*ve managed to help me become An independent woman you*ll never be normal because you find normal a dirty word warts and all baby My black cryptic princess with a razor sharp crown I take you as you are and for who you will be ilafor my lovely wife tara< always and forevev r<Kaarenssaturate a a ra mmm nm nn mmme with everything that is new yoy uork mttobacco leaves under acid rainassun that burns with the fury of razor bladesfalling down a spiraling down the rabbit hole never tasted so goddamn sweet lbreathe me in an exhale me into ash an d smoke and fiery yryyyyy eyuwy wyywyy ll l embmbers benzadrine princesses dreaming of dead poetsand outr next sloppy kiss with premature deathm break me into a million pieces mmm llchew me up and spit me outm mmlike constellations on atangle of straight linesi love you new yorkhappy 4th of july -t.k.z.

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i rememember when this park was a shanty town back in *89. There was grafittion the tolerance monument that said , "Carmen sucks dick to get a hit."I always thought there was something darkly funny about it.

So I wonder if it's still there. Guess I'll go look. Blue sky green grass tent town dark humor in the light....

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so happy travelling in the future, or perhaps, we should hope for meaningfultraveling; embrace the odd derailment, puncture, or buckled wheel,for there is nothing better than the occasional pause on the road to nowhere, and everywhere. - peter rzechorzek

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to the treesto the 1970s

pink blue lavender sky

to you my love

my new york city

Happy 4th of july

jose rivera jr.

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En este parque hee vivido muchos momentos bonitos y no puedo sino poder devolver esas memorias al palpapaeala.

El hombre del somb ero de paja con gafas de sol y sandallalias canta a pleno pulmon deldebajo del arbol grande

el hombre de la harmonica lo mira de reojo y y lo acompmpana en su mmelodia

personal que nadie mas entiieiende

el ritmo descompasado de la vida que nadie de ci nosotros comprende opero

al que todos intentamos seguir y bailaele las notas y canta

maria ------------ 4th of JULY -----2015

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love, isaac phillipstickle= ri rckletickletrickle, tickle falls rainfireworks wil blossom m above tonightforth to reiterate our independencelMelisand

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I don't know whyNew York New York... so familiar but so new.

3 years and 3 summers in your bowels have been enough for me and i am ready for something new...

so long for a while

ta ta for now!

i am leaving you for Mexico

new york i love you, but you're bringing me down....

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I had sex in this booth

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Quello che c'e quello c'eLascia tutto stare

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When all else fails you order the blueberry pancakes and load the butter.the window will open, the wounds will heal --at least till dinner.

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I met this womaan last night in chelsea and her name is Abby. Today is independence day, and thus the perfect day to take her to dinner.

The Poetry Society of New York 7/3/15 The Poetry Society of New York 7/3/15

climb through that window and your wounds could healor you could fall

back

b a c k

and hit your head

on the reality that has

become

your life..

look UP aand taste the light spread through you. aaalexis--- e

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sunshine wontsunshine wont always blind you. mooonshine wont always mean youre bliind for asa awweek bvbecause yyoure drrunk asas hell..... reached through the broken

window and cut yourself... umunsewn words, nathan m. g.

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It's been so long since i,ve used How is this? This is fun. Okay, I'm using this place to leave my fears about not succeeding for the day.I can be anonymous. I'm a NYT bestselling editor and I'm terrified of failing.

failure. Ha! Now I will run away.

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abby is hot poison bars from the gods bust holes in your mirage

Fuck dizza

Will someone do my homework for me pls

Rip dj screw

P.o.p hol it down

Im legally blind

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mmm my icecream cone did not have enough nutella. thanks big gay.we are going to open our own ice cream store; Greatest Gay

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Every part of this City is so unexpected. The parks aaraea so welcoming to man and beast.So green and serene. Appreciate this wonderful city.

SJenny from AAustralia

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magic and power poetry its fun its scary so watchout but you can stillhave fun

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NO MORE PAINNO MORE BLOOD

WHEN WILL IT ALL END?

NO MORE WORRY

NO MORE STRESS

THIS IS MY HELLTHIS

THIS IS MY HELL

THIS>>>IS>>>MMMY>>>HELL

I WALK INTO THE SHADOWS

INTO THE BARON STREET

CONSUMMED BY GREED

CONSUMMED BY KKK ORDER

NOW DRENCHED INPOISON

THESE VICES>>> THESE DRUGS>>> THIS

PSYCHOMMORPHISIS

PSYCHOMORHISISPHISIS

COLORED MY BLOOD< COLORED MY SOUL

I EVOLVE TO THIS DRONE LIVE

FULL OF FUCKING REGRET

FULL OF FUCKING HATE

I HAVE BECOME

THIS PSYCHOMORHISIS

PSYCHO>>> FUCKING>>> MOORHISIS

AND NOW WE LIVE IN A SHITSTORM

OF A HAPPY ENDING

VILIFIED

RIDICULED

SILENCED

EXILED

AND MOCKED

FOR ME ME THERE IS NO HAPPY ENDING>>>

_----- DarienNizza