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Wind Whipped past my face as it roared through the blocks with the fluidity of a great river. Lego buildings cast their shadows over the commuters, bathing them in pools of icy cold. The buildings reflected the wintery sun with a kind of understated elegance that could never be found anywhere else in the world. New York Rows of exclusive shops mock the passers buy with their priceless objects, frivelous and opulent. "Keep walking," they tell me as I squeeze through the crowds. The unnaturally perfect glass in the windows of the block tell a story of a world that knows no poverty, money oozes from the stonework. A little down the street, a

There is a man upon my stairs, The kind of man who is not there, The kind of man who there remains, Oh how i wish he'd go away There is a man who shares my home, For months I've longed to be alone, One day without his ugly grasp, Would set me sane, erase the past, But unrelentless though is he, No small concern for troubled me, This prisoner of his own device, He dwells in no true world precise, The sharp unknowing of the hall, To others may seem to be so small, For moans and sighs, the noise of pain, Surely reason can explain? A creaking door, a kitchen mouse, Explains the man who shares this house, That kind of man who is

Out of the mist that you’ve learned to survive, The reflections of the past that you see in his eyes, Filled with restless and ghosts, and former lovers, One glimpse is never enough. But a mirror reflects all of the things that it’s seen, And I feel privileged to think that one fragment was me, His are blue like July, But when I made him cry,                                                                                           They were red. Language a feat and a flagstone of man, And how beautiful, fragile, yet was never planned, Much like you and like me, and like all that we have, And the distance that falls in b