#nptour68

[moirose]

Perched between counters head hung dizzy dark rooms of poisoned people comforting one another with yellow skin and purple lips dying all together on a dirty air matress in some basement in Hoboken. The boy with strong arms and soft whispers hasn’t opend his eyes. These proclamations must be the true ones. These strangers know me for this. In some conciousness this is me.

Bergen, NJ || Jan 18