12.3.14 The Dark Streets

There used to be a time when I’d check
The scream that broke the night.
My window to the dark foggy street
Lonely bar across it, lit station next.
Commotion follows this area.
it’s the kind of thing you get used to.
You come to expect the worst.
You accept it, you become it.

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