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in from under my house i strolledupon the pavement growing oldi looked onto my shoes and saw the holes in my solesit escaped me why i thought thisthat my soul was in my shoeit is holy...holes...escape...escape...escape...escape...escape...escape...escape...escapewalking down the street into a vacant lota bus(?)i wished that i could see the moon, the clouds, the stars would shinein the morning, i awoke...by a woman(or i awoken)...crying...crying...awoke...awoke*?*now you don't understand the nightthe night that shadows the skyis at the vacant lotwhere she dwellsi looked on down the streetthere was a girli would meet with no money in her pocketlying down to pray (?)*?*i walked down the streeti understand what she is there fori take the money from my pocket...the money from my pocketi reached into my leg(?)jealous...jump...jump...she is there for a reasoni think or notcrying dying crying dying dyingwhat is this upon this street...and she's sitting in a damaged placei walk up to her a chance *?*
[anyone care to finish? i stopped at 2:04 or so]---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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