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Jul 2013
He is watching the cabs gripping
A two dollar and fifty cent sandwich
in the trembling wind
It is hard to digest suicide
in little bites

the air is thinly sliced
on window panes dripping
with snowfall and fresh electricity

young ice on the
nervous water
retreating to frosted mudcracks
the streets are ******* up shadows
on the mute cement
Written by
alyosha kris
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