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Memes about the concept “Writers from New York”

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"Look for Me Under Your Bootsoles"

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.