Little white boys from the block

I look out the window and I see it all. I see you looking out your window. I see the other side of the world. I look into us and peak through the ennui. I see this disgusting certainty that we are being cheated on and lied to. I see big sentences colliding with small ideas. Ridiculous compromises replacing pure gold. Poetry is dying in my arms, and I am enjoying her last breath carressing my bare chest.

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