soaking up darkness to kill what's inside
bleeding passion
leaving a trail for no one to follow
in rhythms too complex
no jungle echoes my footfalls
no message sent
or received across the miles
i think of nothing but toes
placing five before the others
again and again
noticing no chinese aroma
no kosher deli delights
staring blandly and blindly ahead
there is only me tonight
as passion bleeds onto the walk
and the lights blink behind
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