The Street 8/30

I locked eyes with the street last night and it dared me to turn away turn from the injustice inequalities ignorance move on to some romantic scene that lives outside the grey I wrapped its cold wet skin around my neck and began to shiver as the rocks began to scrape scratch slither in my veins as one hundred unknown faces paddled their way down river I tasted grief and empathy and the mix was all too vile more bitter than any sympathy symbiotic synergy gears were painting machinery cranking out disquiet and bile It was then I found its corner and the music it seemed to breathe and despite my hesitation hysteria hellish intent on fiction The asphalt smile began to grow and pave my mind at ease

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