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Feb 2015
a steady drone of misery hangs in sheets between the people.
their eyes roll over the ***** floor
looking for their lives.
a quarter falls out of
one mans pocket
and rolls down the sidewalk
while a hungry cat eyes his child.
the misery is hungry.
the people are hungry.
the lives are hungry.
the cat is dead.
Written by
mike
314
   Azaria
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