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I wrote a poem that was trying to encapsulate an unhappy existence, one which you feel bound to and you feel as if you are no more than a thing in a system. Thank you for reading. :) <3

Murder Street

Near my hometown, perched

Near my hometown, perched on hard drawn copper wires,

Near my hometown, perched on hard drawn copper wires, a murder of crows,

Near my hometown, perched on hard drawn copper wires, a murder of crows, each tail feather bold

Near my hometown, perched on hard drawn copper wires, a murder of crows, each tail feather bold as the morning rumble.

They're cautious,

They're cautious, as if a heavy step or

They're cautious, as if a heavy step or a mood of the wind

They're cautious, as if a heavy step or a mood of the wind could topple their stance,

They're cautious, as if a heavy step or a mood of the wind could topple their stance, dominoes plummeting

They're cautious, as if a heavy step or a mood of the wind could topple their stance, dominoes plummeting into a city without a safety net.

We pass neath the underbelly,

We pass neath the underbelly, eyes, fingers caught

We pass neath the underbelly, eyes, fingers caught on the sight, but we feel the same,

We pass neath the underbelly, eyes, fingers caught on the sight, but we feel the same, crows.

We pass neath the underbelly, eyes, fingers caught on the sight, but we feel the same, crows. Some days, we walk

We pass neath the underbelly, eyes, fingers caught on the sight, but we feel the same, crows. Some days, we walk the fine creases

We pass neath the underbelly, eyes, fingers caught on the sight, but we feel the same, crows. Some days, we walk the fine creases between dimples,

We pass neath the underbelly, eyes, fingers caught on the sight, but we feel the same, crows. Some days, we walk the fine creases between dimples, our trapeze stutters

and I am left wondering

and I am left wondering why our feet don't match

and I am left wondering why our feet don't match the quickstep of our hearts.

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