13 Days

Day Twelve

Sloppy food fed from bastions of gold arch…

Triggers pulled shooting opposing psychologies…

Paranoia marching down empty streets caressed by red flags…

Humpty Dumpy falling head over heels and cracking…

Faces following rage into trenches of pain, singing…

Lovers collecting bits and pieces of the torn apart…

Who are we if not the dregs of fear of failing?

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