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4d
There isn’t a
single

soul on
any of

these dark
deserted

streets,
in these

sleeping
homes, in this

vacant
parking lot,

in these
abandoned

stores in
a failed

mall, in
these lifeless

restaurants, and
I don’t know

where I
am or how

to locate
myself on

this dank moon-
less night.
Michael Rudelich
Written by
Michael Rudelich  M/cave dweller
(M/cave dweller)   
27
     LL and Shay Caroline Simmons
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