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I May Be Lying in the Gutter, I’m Looking Up at the Stars

The streets lie harshly deserted As the cock’s crow is sifted within. The air rotates and speaks to itself With none visible presence on the lonely ground. The roads lose constant patronage As the to and fro rush rides cease the fleet. The breeze blows on roughly cold As the dry wind seizes serenity. And … Continue reading I May Be Lying in the Gutter, I’m Looking Up at the Stars