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Like a Concrete Jungle Animals of the street standing on the corner bringing all the heat brown buidings look like sideways slaveships hold about 1000s people in each complex black
Jackson and Pulaski From which many weeds grew These weeds beared the fruit of their labor Within the next generation of seeds
Pittsburgh, PA; Glowing lights. Downtown; Broken fights. This is where I spend my nights. I'm in for it, Jesus Christ.   You see the colored flags, the shoes on telephones wires.
The city everyone wants to leave. I guess it’s part of growing up: Forgetting.
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