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Gregory Corso - Birthplace Revisited
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I stand in the dark light in the dark 
street 
and look up at my window, I was 
born there. 
The lights are on; other people are 
moving about. 
I am with raincoat; cigarette in 
mouth, 
hat over eye, hand on gat. 
I cross the street and enter the 
building. 
The garbage cans haven`t stopped 
smelling. 
I walk up the first flight; Dirty Ears 
aims a knife at me… 
I pump him full of lost watches.
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