The furious streets
Are raved by the
Automobiles,
The rooms are
Ransacked and
The nuisances are
Sequestered.
From the glasses
To the sordid cars
Parked into
A dead silence,
And the dreary people
Who clamber over
Melancholy…
They were all
empty.
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