Stroking a city angular
along it lost in its maze of migrant trafficking
rummaging through his Dancing garbage
its sidewalks
Making love on his bench
Settling on her belly
Scalar its peaks ...
A Piece
In this thin plot
of houses, roads and public gardens and street lamps
solitary tramps ... A breach
You may enter
Get your live
form
Absorb
Breathing rhythm with her
Smiling his voracity
mourn his loneliness ...
If only there was an entrance
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