The bricks are so cold
so numerous
so many
you could pave a road
to somewhere much nicer
the lack of sincerity
of campassion
in ten-stories
59fifty lid
high-top nikes
and a droid incredible
No choice but reciprocate
I prefer the holler
the rot
can be smelt and touched
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