I remember when
we took you from your
raped you for hours...
aren't so big
in the emergency
No one wants to die...
I do not drink...
From the clouds they picked him
bled him Three times...
A colorful display of poverty
congeals in the city I remember, surprisingly oblivious
where a fickle sort of beauty dangles like a cord
and key in tightened throats of meager folk....
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