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the disease of place

Writer's picture: Charles AlexanderCharles Alexander


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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