Blvd 28 Poem by Ben Sparaco
Blvd 28
I sit on the road of blvd 28 i look at the children my heart is to break. My sweet memories are thiers to take.I sit on blvd 28 street laps die out my heart begins to shout, the man on the coner his heart is nailed to the wall. Streets end in sudden darkness cliffs over i begin to fall.I cant remember hapiness for they have taken the key they lay dead beneath the tree.
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