
City backstreets in plum rain.
The stench of last nights liquor.
Mounted on the breath
of the unrequited.
A silence of slow water,
pervades the city.
And nothing is an accident.
A daily essense of survival.

City backstreets in plum rain.
The stench of last nights liquor.
Mounted on the breath
of the unrequited.
A silence of slow water,
pervades the city.
And nothing is an accident.
A daily essense of survival.
Nice one!
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