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Oct 2015
A soliloquy
scribbled along the margins
of an expired receipt
the iron in our diet
substantiates our sense of humor
because gray and grayer
are two areas we've lived in all of our lives
the city never sleeps
and the streets
it's corroded veins
tainted with drugs
and the people that sell them
we are one and the same
in the deaf eyes of the moon
because excuses fall short
and actions make all of the difference.
Written by
Torak
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