by Henry Lawrence Garfield (a.k.a. Henry Rollins)
it's 3:29 AMI look out my window at the hot
crowded street above
I notice i feel cold and alone
used up like an old bottle
no deposit, no return
people live and die in these
apartment compartments
no deposit, no return
dust falls silently
why cant i?
no deposit, no return
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