

Off-Center and Out of Focusas we sit here suffering, there are hundred tiny eyed beasts roaming the streets looking for a way out of here. through the window, through the screens dampened in dust and debris, figures of glass open metal doors and put keys into slots and go go go. it is almost going to rain. hickory smoke is on the wind and has been all weekend, not even moments of crisp have been allowed in. streets are buckled tight to the hip so the cities won't fall below the waist line and make us all blush out of our puritanical upbringing. above our cracked and broken roof, the sky is a shade of cigarette smokOff-Center and Out of Focus
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When I am old I will wear purple...
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