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another last night...

another last night on maudlin street. police sirens outside. mydian squat. my home. the cops came today. probably come again tomorrow. arrest the stragglers. hanging on. ive packed my bags. tomorrow i find a new squat. leave my family here. maybe leave new orleans. i hear the dogs and wonder if theyre coming for us.

smoking my last clove. i think i fell in love today. but she left. on a train back to her home. her name was fire.

and i grow tired of always running. leaving. people leaving me. i want to find a home. to stay. to live. and have those i love around me. three sleep in the next room. as i will too. until the dawn. when its time to leave. again. again.


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