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May 2015
escape the deluge of grays
supposed hallowed streets
pavement, machines
splashing of rain being choked
out by tires squealing
no meaning here
just a spare soul outside
find it by rejecting
everything lit by a screen
athene
Written by
athene  where he can't find me
(where he can't find me)   
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