@ Poem by Jeremy Willson

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At that time 9: 52 in the PM he found himself
In front of lit skyscrapers and city commotion
The flowers in his hand still wet from the rain
Drowning sounds great right about now
It's too late to catch a train home
So at that street he decided to walk towards the Hudson

Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,moment,new york,river,thoughts,time
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