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Apr 2017
The intersection is deadlocked,
Blocked by reality of living.

The overpass has fallen,
Causing a traumatic breakdown.

Life is at standstill,
With no traffic being averted.

Congestion on the highway becomes worse,
Thinking there will no solution on the streets.

When bridges collapse,
Destiny tends to find a new route.
Michael LoMonaco
Written by
Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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