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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The Vacuum

The bright city lights
Standing with their
Vacuity ...
On the road banks

Hustle and bustle
On the not so busy
With work streets...

Souls are sold
In the barter
Of life and money
What a trade?

The floodlights
Trying to dispel
The umbra....
Struggling hard

Can't reach the hearts
More hollow than the
Night's sorority

Piranhas perched
On the mast
In search of
Raw pulp

I supercede
Into the place
Dying again
One more day

Searching for the one
Lost years ago...
In like this only night
In like this only street

Some vacuum
Engulfed me.....

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