The Leaving Pain It was in the family last for them all, in nowhere Jersey, what he’d recall. It was angry youth, the Marry Jane, every reason, the last of Wayne. It was the back streets, the city dream. the tenement rooftop freedom’s scream. It was the sleep all day, in a graffiti stall, the red rise. hangover fall. It was the last thoughts on a …
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