Please don't take away the early mornings
on the subway, Biggie bumping in the
Walkman.
The wind whipping off the Hudson,
cutting through my body on those
midnight bike rides on the West Side
Highway.
The daily retracing of circles drawn
by a child in crayon on the bedroom floor,
where dreams emerged,
where he first began to believe he deserved...
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