...And down dingy streets I walk and trod. Bannered flags and stringless marionettes. The trains, they pass, till off I'm brought, and left behind is the one red pencil. Together we have seen and awed at the destruction of Babylon to Windsor, fired light to Sodom and Gomorrah, stenciled life to static sillouettes, and left that lonely wife at the corner of 53rd and 3rd. With the back of her hand pressed against her forehead, she is left wondering if it is the heat or the abandonment that controls her actions.
(Her sweat tastes bitter)
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