Poetry and Songwriting from the Bronx
Nothing as sounds surround me
nothing I read into flashing
nothing as heart’s pounding
nothing as I take medicine
nothing as the world’s burning
nothing as pages turning
nothing as you kiss me
nothing on my own again
Materialism your culture is insane you don’t know how to feel killing people across the world is a dirty deal what you call comf...
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