Nescience
Originally posted on THE HUMAN ANVIL:
I wait at the newspaper standReading, the morning is greyAsh tintedLike an old man’s asthma Buds of people are sproutingFrom windows and eggshell alleywaysDressed in yesterday’s dreamsAnd…
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