Somewhere between the distant highway noises of automobiles and the clicking of stiletto heels on paved concrete is where I like to call home. Where the rhythmic humming of cooling units can be heard for what seems like miles on end and passerbys and vagrants share the same piece of pavement as if it were their last. Somewhere amongst all of this, my tired little head comes to a rest each and every night.

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Paul Michael Dellostritto - Brooklyn, New York
pmdellostritto@me.com