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tiptoeing through the used condomsstrewn on the piersoff the west side highwaysunset behind the skyline of jerseywalking towards the waterwith a fetus holding court in my gutmy body highjackedmy tits swollen
I'm sorethe river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of
I could wake up screaming sometimesbut I don't
I could step off the end of this pierbut I've got shit to doand I've an appointment on tuesdayto shed uninvited blood and tissue
I'll miss you I say to the riverto the waterto the son ordaughter I thought better of
I could fall in love with jersey at sunsetbut I leavethe viewto the ratsand tiptoe back
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