pushing my shopping
cart through snow
its winter here
the trees bend with extra weight
and for the last
time runs
slow sap
eventually
amber
clamor with
memory cleared
painted palettes
of stripped bone blood
and women rattling in cages
full of fury and mediocrity
built on a flawed system with a
right to be destroyed
torn down time and again
you find its the blind
leading the blind
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