in from under my house i strolled

upon the pavement growing old

i looked onto my shoes and saw the holes in my soles

it escaped me why i thought this

that my soul was in my shoe

it is holy...holes...

escape...escape...escape...escape...escape...escape...escape...escape

walking down the street into a vacant lot

a bus(?)

i wished that i could see the moon, the clouds, the stars would shine

in the morning, i awoke...by a woman(or i awoken)...

crying...crying...awoke...awoke

*?*

now you don't understand the night

the night that shadows the sky

is at the vacant lot

where she dwells

i looked on down the street

there was a girl

i would meet with no money in her pocket

lying down to pray (?)

*?*

i walked down the street

i understand what she is there for

i take the money from my pocket...the money from my pocket

i reached into my leg(?)

jealous...jump...jump...

she is there for a reason

i think or not

crying dying crying dying dying

what is this upon this street...

and she's sitting in a damaged place

i walk up to her a chance *?*



[anyone care to finish? i stopped at 2:04 or so]



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