Their lullaby is the guttered water
falling into sewer drains;
drip
drip
drip.
Their fragmented dreams are
of tumbling leaves and taillights,
disappearing into the nighttime hues.
They wake to the stampede of suits and briefcases,
Shivering.
Their blankets have blown away.
Drifting in the wind with yesterday’s news.
















Devious Comments
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~Water Reject~
Truth! Justice! Freedom!
And a Hard-boiled Egg!
=Echoes-of-the-Dead, my OCD Twin!!
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Move softly on the ground..." ..."Hush now as the wind blows . Willows sway in time . As one we move with the breeze"...
"Underneath the starry glow, the earth is spinning slow... Dance with the unknown..."- Rhea's Obsession
Lulling sounds strange here. This line phonectically sounds off. I suggest someting along the lines of lullabye instead. and is of the This sounds wierd just speaking it. You coud cut out of the Without even changing the meaning. It feel cluttered up there
That's my only real gripe, here. Otherwise I enjoyed it.
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WRITE MOTHERFUCKER
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I crave cocoa when the wind hits my door; classic conditioning.
You should try not to live too much, you could end up dying.
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WRITE MOTHERFUCKER
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The little devil on everyone's shoulder.
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