robert henry st. clair

because he knows no one who does not know him
a day is as bitter on his tongue as the night is sweet

he has given up the old dream of becoming, he is
nowhere he has not been that did not make him

these streets have changed him from the first
these are the streets that will leave him here to last

as in endure or die

(27 march 2013)

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