6060 n central

strung along
an idiot starving
on scraps
following a trail
barely visible
among the frost
coating the
winding avenues
in this crucible
of hellish intent

every road leads
deeper into the darkness
of spoken wishes
in fevered unreciprcation
where heartspasms flourish
in the limbs of
the dead dreamers
staring up through
the cratered souls in
lovefluttered denials

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