Hutongs of Hong Kong

/ Rugby Lion

I found the hutongs
of Hong Kong, today.
Dragged walled
and forgotten.
Hard walks and hard lives.
Washed down with
cheap spirits.
Each empty pizza box,
cast by the moon at night.
A life, spread over the streets.
Cold against my feet.

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