As I dread the night, so does the city
Growing tired of what is, and what is, is needing and lacking
Burn down the bridges, the forest, the lake
Animals dance, their motions exotic
I go down with history, down to the last blood-stained foot print
Memorized by the ancient skyline, interrupted
Her story, published, laughed at, mocked
The border is being tightened/ no one gets out now
To call this freedom is a lie, I want no part in it
But if this is scandal– I want in on it all
Time Square's skating rink falls asleep, its dirt fills the air
Fractured bones filter through
I still don't remember where I parked that night
So many more bodies// for the life of me.
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