Yesterday, I was walking down the street when I realized that there was no one on the street besides me. Well, obviously there were people shapes, but they weren't truely people...
Yesterday, I was walking down the street and it had the utter indecency to fall to pieces from out under me.
Yesterday, I was walking down the street and to my closed eyes, it was any street at all, especially the one where I left you on the side of the road and ran away from your violated eyes.
Yesterday, I was walking down the street and wondered where I would bury myself today.
Yesterday, I was walking down the street and the street would never end and the sky line never got any closer and the lamp posts would not answer any question, and only pool their golden light on my magnolia choked hands, no matter how fast I ran. The scent of oranges still haunt me.
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