I looked for a long time
but nothing
A lot of thoughts clouded and crossed my mind
But this fire
Nothing can stave my satisfaction
or lack of it
When I look for water I find acid
I see pestilence and disease
Wondering what happened to this innocent place
Brow contorted in the knowledge I will not succeed
This place has distorted us
We find scarce solace
It rains shards of glass.
Yesterday I found a dog
rotting in the street
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