just standing there
in the sad dusk street
holding a bucket/sliding open the door on some van
like they
cant feel
the 100 autumns past held in this early dusk
of gold razors
and
popping radiators
like they
arent tortured by 100 memories gone again
like
there
is
only
a
bucket
and a van
and another same old day.
some
lucky
people.
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