In The Gutter

The streets weren’t  just streets

The dust wasn’t just dust

And the abandoned houses

Smelled of stale cigarettes.


Hastily painted white walls

Desperation still visible under the cracked acrylic

A half broken radiator

Struggled to stay active

As if it was on its last heartbeat.


Warmth no longer provided

To the outcasts

Forced to rot in the ghetto.

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