i remember fantasies of glasses broken arms and being an orphan
Right now I'm thinking about each of you - Natasha and street lights and dips in the sidewalk, Kate and snowbound bikes against worn wood and Ally wishing she were at Rogers - and each of these places where you are or wish you were.
you remain. not plainly in Brooklyn, but in THE Brooklyn. the space we all began the New York dream together. at this moment I like to think of you in the calm of your old, empty bedroom. your last sit before the shift into the big room. I reach for you there.
you remain. not plainly in Brooklyn, but in THE Brooklyn. the space we all began the New York dream together. at this moment I like to think of you in the calm of your old, empty bedroom. your last sit before the shift into the big room. I reach for you there.
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