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Nov 2018
i don't know how people walk the streets of this city as if they were simple streets

a synagogue stood there once
and there
and there
and there

these streets are to be hiked, these streets are trees

these streets were clean until a man was forced to scrub them
and another man
and another man
and another man

a mountain of words disappeared into smoke right there
and there
and there
and there
people were next
and next and next and next and next and next

these streets will talk to anybody willing to listen, nightmares galore

a waggon stopped there once
and there neighbors
and there teachers
and there doctors
and there students
and there friends
and there humans

we didn't know what was happening, we didn't know, we didn't know
not quite sure what this is, but I've been needing to get this off my mind somehow, I tried to draw but nothing came to me, maybe words will help this time
co'h
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