I broke every window.
The year I stole every library book.
The year I lived below the El,
always the hum, running through and by
of people who desired to be arrived.
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I broke every window.
The year I stole every library book.
The year I lived below the El,
always the hum, running through and by
of people who desired to be arrived.
Read the rest of the poem here!