Geometry is spoiled with just one dash.
Flickering, she walks along with her braids, with an overdone symmetry and a parallel division that mark her wrists.
Homelessness protrudes from the walls, it is contagious and offensive, so hurry along apple pie Betty-Sue.
It breaks your balance.
It won’t last long.
In another borough its seeds spread in the wind, dear, and take root with despair.
Escape it, Betty-Sue, because life is of bread, of warheads, and of the climb too. But you won’t know this until you overdose from the real and drink of the same poison.


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