fourth floor, dawn, up all night writing letters
�Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross surveys the city�s blue-gray clouds. Larry rivers �ll come at 10 A.M. and take my picture. I�m taking your pictures, pigeons. I�m writing you down, dawn. I�m immortalizing your exhaust, avenue a bus. o thought, now you�ll have to think the same thing forever!� - allen ginsberg
2004-10-22 | 11:19 a.m.
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