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Jan 2016
Deceit and conceit are concrete.
Raven’s feet patter  over the gutters,
the sewers beneath the street secrete
a pungent odor similar to raw meat.

Families strolling past shutter and mutter,
feeling elite plagued by their own effete.

-AM
Austin Martin
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Austin Martin  25/M
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