Crack open the window
The sounds of the city going on without me are music to my soul. Truck screeches, car horns, high-heeled foot steps, planes overhead, a piece of corrugated tin being dragged by some enterprising motherfucker down below.
It is a vertical existence.
I have slipped in sideways.
Come with me...i wanna show u what i found...
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