the hustle and bustle of the city fascinates me as my feet pound the pavement of the Bronx City sidewalks spicy aromas waft into my nostrils as I pass a bodega on my right, and my mouth water from the thought of the made to order chopped cheese I’d had the day before remembering how … Continue reading “b r o n x”
restless is the heart, so lonesome, it aches with a longing so intense it’s hard to bear piece by piece, until it finally breaks and I wonder, if you knew, would you care? * * restless are the endless nights that I lay staring at the empty space where you slept wishing for the warmth … Continue reading “restless.”
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