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Oct 2011
prayers sent to a lost
god hiding in the city of fear
passions rough people on the rough
street a haze of power
and pavement these sheer
words traced on skin-
paper the wiped-out touch
of harsh vibrancy smog
bred in the smoke of my
freedom lost blinding veins my
city my
anger my
forgotten unforgiven reflection
regrets etched in glass
this is the summer of our
dirt of
steel-laced light pounding
depression amber voices
attacking screaming little
stolen ripples
in the stone
Written by
Kevin Moxley
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