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The Bronx
It was pure romance
the two of them
strolling down the avenue
arms locked
the projects
facing each side of them
stark boxes where they
lived
the Caribbean exchanged for
the gray fearful streets
he worked like a demon
his car working day and night
on the big industrial roads that
poured through the granite
of the native soil a million
cars and trucks to feed the city