Crass crevice scarred brick
Walk—attacks my plaintive feet;
Weeps melancholy mystery
The curiously quiet clay,
Red senses out of balance
My horrid, haunted hubris
Nostalgic notes of wasted
Wonder—grasp desperate
Strands of heartless humor,
Weave waves of murky water haze
Sated sad with wanton waste
Willingly reviled
Adorned in cotton candy, pink
Shades of desolation…dandy
Drenched in desperation
Despite diligent dynamics
Duty demands death
Eternity commands life
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