Green, red and blue.
Children sniffing glue.
Mouths speaking to self.
Lips cursing.
Leaves the body in a half,
and the spirit withering.
Cracks and potholes
Souls moving on soles
Desire is the fire
and fear holds us in the rear.
Such are our streets.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
Green, red and blue.
Children sniffing glue.
Mouths speaking to self.
Lips cursing.
Leaves the body in a half,
and the spirit withering.
Cracks and potholes
Souls moving on soles
Desire is the fire
and fear holds us in the rear.
Such are our streets.
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