I have fallen for you
I have fallen from the railroad trestle
onto 17th Avenue
Anonimo stares down at me
from his grafitti-laden wall
as the speeding cars splatter my brains
and shatter my bones
on their way to the beach
on their way home
a watering hole in mongolia
where the last przewalski's
horses were seen in the wild
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