barbed wire fences, cascades of rain
facades of dead houses, have all left their stain
on the city of dreams and its masquerade
as it withers and wallows and continues to fade
into a concrete haven for sinners and sluts
that to the rest of the world are blisters and cuts
that feed on the germs of the drugged and their tears
wouldn't it be nice to surround the city with mirrors?
Friday, March 23, 2007
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