.tired faces from wasted places
riding under avenues
on the edge of drunken reason
with a paycheck and some food
staring into sunken ships and ghost towns
in empty packs of cigarettes i found on the ground
and the quiet night, shifts like winter's wild winds
and condemns my e.
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