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[40oztofreedom_]

in a city, every night is a full moon.
the arctic wind discovers me in every alley.

hiking without grace,
I find accord in no ones eyes.
I'm anxious and cautious.

don't ask me for a change.
my heart isn't bleeding
Aorta of thick red ice.

Assured that I am transparent,
an emotional X-ray
I subscribe to cancerous thoughts.

Everyone is smiling, slurred.
The streets are alive with celebration
of freedom, equality, beer.

How do I get there?