Back to the uptight room, to the uptight noise. Back to the uptight smiles, to the uptight clothes, to the uptight thoughts surrounding. Back to the uptight days, to the uptight books, to the uptight school, the uptight people.
Back to the uptight life, from which only the free black streets of this free black city can save me. They heal me a little in every stone, in every path .
Back to the uptight soul that i undress everytime the sun dies - Slowly.
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