Scarlet lights chase away the foamy,

ebony space of night.

Does the road remember my feet,

their burning wide imprints hunting for homeopathic

happiness?

There was such a searing black pain in my bones,

glittering and sharp like the starry rocks in asphalt.

I hauled pain with me like water in those

uncivil days.

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