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babbling idiot prosleytizers and drunken overly-forward 20 somethings
homeless sputtering words to a friend long lost, or who was maybe never there in the first place
strange, dark alleys holding what no god wants to claim knowledge of
lonely streets and desolate avenues
passerby with poured on smiles worn in double dosage in order to appear more convincing
wandering unfamiliar staggered pathways with strangers on arm close enough to be best friendship
city of lost love, lavish lust and lackluster lullabies of car horns and sirens, wind whistling through unfinished condo towers
and the cumulative sigh of a city restless
and in the midst of it all i still search madly for more of my self