waking up early walking down eighth avenue passed abingdon square passed flowers that i like and will not buy i get coffee knowing that i will not finish it i like it the way it smells the way it feels warm in my hands
bleeker to cornelia (one of my favorite morning streets) i walk this walk again my mind is steps ahead of me
west fourth washington square park i stop i sit i think i may even drink my coffee who cares
la guardia place i get one to go and wander wonder
west broadway wooster greene mercer when i used to be somebody worthwhile
i stop and look at the door but never go in i never go in keep walking keep breathing i say to myself it doesn't matter now what's done is done it hurts i know i know don't think about it i try to make myself believe i can keep it away pretend it never happened but it did i was i'm not anymore
can't get lost i know these streets too well they look like me in the morning when they're empty and left alone
broome passed mulberry passed mott passed orchard ludlow
shhh don't tell on ludlow i lived a different life than the one that i live now
essex delancy i'm still nursing that coffee tired of holding it it's getting late and i'm not ready i laugh knowing that i will never be ready still walking wbb for a moment i catch up i am present the water pacifies me lulles me to a quiet place wherever that is i'll get there someday
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