22nd Street

somewhere winter falls on 22nd street
where only lost souls walk at night
carrying dreams in their pockets
trying to keep warm
as tears freeze to ice
and everyone seems
a little bit extra more than what they appear to be

smoke whiffed past my cold yellowed
as i trudged across the pavement plain
seeking an absolution a turning a returning a refrain
anything to ease the pain
as rye scorches the earth
flesh turned stone
flesh turned cold
by the closing of the door.

footsteps echo down the carpeted hallway


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