Faceless
Nameless
In the grey alley
Behind crusty facades
Wet with twilight rain
Where They reign;
A spattering of feverish lurkers
Escape
or
Exile
That red -
A blood trail
or
Temple ashes
In my mind or
On the street
Subverted truth
Decorated truth
Plain white lies
In self service
Mind's release of endorphins
Quenching conjuring lips
10 years ago


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