shallow
hearts
play with
the
mercury
wallowing and
wading
in silicone
souls
barely able
to lean
deeply into
the
sidewalk
of anger
greedily breathing
the asbestos
and consuming
lead paint chip
dinners
precariously
dangling before
tumbling
headfirst into
their road of despair--
the pestilence
of time.
the disease
of place.
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