Crime Seen Poem by Alejandro Velez

Crime Seen



And the young
sing in your choirs
while sinking the problems
of regular days
the mythical waves
destroying the map
while chasing the chance card
that leads me to freedom
that leads you to death
ive lost friends to meth
ive talked to unborns
they seem to avoid my torns

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