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Know that is it freezing
but I think we have to walk.
I keep waving at the taxis
they keep turning their lights off.
But Julie knows a party at some actor's west side loft.
Supplies are endless in the evening
by the morning they'll gone.
And everything is lonely
I can be my own best friend.
I get a coffee and the paper;
have my own conversations with the sidewalk
and the pigeons and my window reflection.
The mask I polish in the evening
by the morning looks like shit.
