... Darjet

Down and out L.A. poets
sip out a red sun.
Santa Monica coffee’s pricey
take a holiday back downtown
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Tanja sits in a park
the brown from her tanned skin
falling out
blister on one toe
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I walked a 1000 lifetimes to end up at your door
to you it looked like I had just walked right in
it was half opened
it was half broken
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All prayers bring me
closer and further away from you
All songs undone
on these streets we walked on
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Stepdaughter and beggars
where rivers turn to salt
10 years is a long time
to finally taste the sea
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All the tears used to set the bricks on the buildings
the statues on the ramblas have seen
through the corners of their eyes
from the rush of the morning
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I would always crawl
to her place
half dead
cold
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A city which has a heaven
and a end of the world
a hospital
a lover’s lane
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In the past
they split up the globe
and sold souls
now they sell hearts
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Raval crimes
sigh
I stare into the sky
repeatedly
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the seconds tick
the CD skips
the girl eats
the time spills into a crack
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A dusky haze
through Brooklyn shades
writer’s write and painters paint
It could be the same sun
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the simple pleasure
of just being with you
longing in the course sand
and the dark river
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these eyes just don’t have the confidence anymore
those spanish girls standing on the street corner
would have wanted to have known what happened
their smiling eyes in the sun
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hello
get up at 8: 30
walked out home
in a perfect world
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