Streets like threads woven into the city Knot at the harbor Am I moving uphill or down? Echo of my footsteps Centimes in my pocket tap rhythm Lost in the working class maze Homes expand and collapse Expelling screaming ghosts With every yawn and step upon uneven stones   Piss in the same alleys as…

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