august blooms
as
august
blooms
i sit here
going mad
fighting
with
everyone
by
just trying
to keep
the peace
it’s
this city
the stink
of garbage
and sweat
driving
us all
to murder
i
need
something
verdant
like mountains
like a field of grass
oh
i need
something
to
sooth
this asphalt
heart of mine
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