The valley between neighborhoods broken concrete
Littered with the bodies of drug users ragged and exhausted
drying in the sun like swamp birds
Apartments, each with a passionless cleaner
spending eternities on stains that would never come out
Their inhabitants crawl through the broken concrete of the valley
Up the hill where the grass is just a little greener
They fix bikes and cars until the sun rolls off
Hours of maintenance
A land where toil, addiction and poverty
are the soul ambitions
Everyone in the middle is broke
The world under a magnifying glass
Each ant clinging to their colony
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