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
9 years ago
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