鈥淓xistence
Well, what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can
The past is now part of my future
The present is now out of hand鈥�
I wish I were a Warhol silk screen
hanging on the wall.
or little Joe or maybe Lou
I'd love to be them all.
all New York city's broken hearts
and secrets would be mine.
I'd put you on a movie reel
and that would be just fine.
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