The nonsensical smell of maple syrup rose,
from the dumb walls of forgotten shops,
along a street in the inner west.
The city continues to respire,
indifferent breaths.
What's the point,
in tiredly trying?
Periphery.
Is choice.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 3:55 AM UTC
The nonsensical smell of maple syrup rose,
from the dumb walls of forgotten shops,
along a street in the inner west.
The city continues to respire,
indifferent breaths.
What's the point,
in tiredly trying?
Periphery.
Is choice.
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