Dusk
a murder of crows, engaged
miracle bound by
a rat lying inside out
as the skyline
turned to grey
moon bickered
with the city lights
a faint glow
shrouded, in mourning
The night falls
beep, beep the siren calls
concrete jungle made of concrete walls
potholes and peepholes
strangled bodies and forbidden doors
impatient limbs cross, kettle roads
broken sewer lines, sickness grows
ragpicked daydreams by night, turn sour
surviving in the filth and breeding in the dark
temporary homes underneath the progressive highways
sitting by the window, watching, a city of strangers
as it passes by
I look at these strange faces
With strange desires
I watch my reflection in the window
I become one of the strangers
What do I desire?
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