writing my discharge,
driving away after drinks at the bar.
i blinked hard. on the brink of becoming one with the buelevard.
eating glass shards, becoming part of the pavement.
the fork in the road is half poison. half enslavement.
~n~ pass the basin...they hating on a grander scale.
they slither more than salamander scales.
~n~ natural disasters never fail.
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