dancing through the
night
Only to stop when the lights turn on.
Do they realize this is how it feels to be alive?
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Red walls match red-rimmed eyes.
Time moves slowly, as a flood of people descends.
Knees sore, head aches, but the salesman pitch must be made.
The shift ticks by, only 6 hours left.
Soccer moms and old men blend together
all carelessly spending money.
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The smell of smoke
emerging from the
campfire surrounds my
face as coyotes howl into
the distance. I realize
my marshmallow is black
from the fire kissing the
once white surface.
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Celery stick fingers
wrap around the cup.
The man's emaciated
face slurps slurpee
through a straw, caving
in his face.
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