Apr 2017
Gray, dark asphalt,
Leading somewhere else,
Away.
From here, this place,
Leaving me,
Astray.
Darker, grayer, asphalt,
Under my feet,
Dumb.
I'm standing in shadow,
Hearing the bit of no,
Drum.
Leading somewhere else,
Away.
From here, this place,
Leaving me,
Astray.
Darker, grayer, asphalt,
Under my feet,
Dumb.
I'm standing in shadow,
Hearing the bit of no,
Drum.
(London)
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