With all the debris
Collecting in the gutters
That separate heart
And mind
Soul
And spirit
I should call upon the city
Alert the press
But, they laugh
And I realize
No one cares
About the grime
The sludge
The pollution
That comes with an
Ended love
Everyone's dumping something
Into the oceans
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
With all the debris
Collecting in the gutters
That separate heart
And mind
Soul
And spirit
I should call upon the city
Alert the press
But, they laugh
And I realize
No one cares
About the grime
The sludge
The pollution
That comes with an
Ended love
Everyone's dumping something
Into the oceans
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