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Jan 2022
Glistening asphalt,
Oil, concrete and direction.
Hands that hold the hole
Together In the
most hurtful way.

Bird of prey.
Flock your way.

Sticky, slimy, and unyielding.
Things between my arms
Yanking the human in me.

Concrete and asphalt
Roads, im stuck in the middle
Of the words.
8:48
keni
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keni  21/F/chicago
(21/F/chicago)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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