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Friday, July 31, 2009

blowing wind

New York, today you took from me one of my joys. You left me empty and
hating you with passion. I hate your people on this day. And yet, you
do not stop to recognize, realize, or acknowledge my pain. You've lost
my trust on this day, which you will never regain. Forever New York, I
take your name in vain. You are the wretched, you are the scum. You
are the never ending parade of what America strives to become. You are
no longer in my song and dance. You are a wind, in and out of my
window. Blow.

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