there is a photograph on the wall
I don't even know
I am looking at it
when you come to mind
every ghetto every city every
black and white outline detailing the grimness
the grime;
every place a reminder
of the way things could have been
how long am I waiting
for myself to come around
Come out of this.
stare through the photo and see nothing at all
or better yet
a photograph.
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