2501 West Walker Street
I am the scene
of neighborhood
window watchers...
I bolt out the door
with my clothing
half torn..
running through darkness,
down the middle of our street,
as fast as my legs could take me...
get to the Seven-Eleven,
where lights are bright...
seek safety from the public
alone in the night..
of neighborhood
window watchers...
I bolt out the door
with my clothing
half torn..
running through darkness,
down the middle of our street,
as fast as my legs could take me...
get to the Seven-Eleven,
where lights are bright...
seek safety from the public
alone in the night..
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