it's raw; maybe i was too hasty


streets with no names

is there a song for the homeless
without, the flock might depart
the streets are cold with its unkindly coat
regard then with discreetness
lest to soil that which is shy of blemishes

for the moon does not side
stay close now to the walls
albeit the relief in the placidity
yearn yet the whiff of day
the fathomless night will not sway


but it's been too long

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