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Poetry I met you standing on a dark street corner.
You handed me a pack of cigarettes and some wisdom.
You asked me what I did and I told you.
You said,
"All the greats start there. Keep dreaming of the golden life."
I asked you how did you know I'll make it.
You said to reach for the stars above.
You asked for my autograph,
Hoping someday I would be famous.
So I scrawled a name on a paper napkin and added,
"I'll see you in the stars."
You wanted to hear me play, so I played you a song.
You put twenty bucks into my hand and said,
"Keep that. You'll need it if the stars are too high."
I left with your money, cigarettes, and wisdom.
You left with my beginners distortion in your ears.
