in a previous life i got mixed up with broadway and the sewers of new york my nissan was a subway my best friend was a 4th floor flat and my lover was a theatre. avenue b was my mother and my father finally existed somewhere among the rats and street musicans in my former life my smile wasn't a joke and my tears were only for the stage a bottle of wine tasted as familiar as cherry coke i even almost fell in love once but, then i died and woke up screaming in a hospital.
Reason for writing:
why?...why not???
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