[untitled] i roam the grey skies; these concrete pathways on dirt where crumbs sell by the morsel and you can starve 'til it hurts where no one ever looks up and they've forgotten how to sing there, i walk amidst birds left unable to care for their own wings ©mjj - october 19, 2017
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