Head is throbbing

 

I hear the train

Screeching pleas

Rips open my ears

Smog whips my face

Garbage smells, stick

Broken rusty gates

Cracked hearts, curbside

 

When I wake up, the world will seem rosy

 

I was so sleep deprived

 

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