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My house (it's a really two-bedroom apartment
On the corner of Moorpark, lineup as if it
Was a firecracker or criminal lot, unshaven, old;
Overcrowding and unquiet nearby an overcrowded
Avenue filled with prostitutes, hustlers, pimps, etc.)
In front of my house there were several roses and wild Carmelites,
And sometimes they called it the flowery hamburger-tree building.
I knew...
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