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Memories like ashes
Spread too thin amongst the brown dirt
Of a sad round earth
Aging ,guilty

Clouds are silhouettes
lazily floating mirage of faces
real and unreal
long ago

Calloused Hands wrapped
around watery french vanilla
in a paper cup
shaking

Tired conversation
beat frames hunched over smoking
melancholy cigarettes
oblivious

Wistful child fancy
imaginations and pretending
could not prepare
for this

Mechanized
capitalized industrial purgatories
beaten consumed
by consumers