February 2012
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In Manhattan Today...
I sat on the stoop, smoking a black and mild, watching the smoke escape from its captor, and I remembered how long it had been since I tasted one of these, my throat was dry, my eyes a daze, and I coughed slightly, adjusting these lungs to bad habits again ain’t easy, this feeling had put in a lull, I fucking live for days such as these, a few puerto ricans strollin’ by, “yo...