l e - x a n o - p e d e o

b y    m i c h a e l   l o v a t t

I live in this city
of tall buildings
and round squares
dark ally ways
and doorsteps
lead up to the bar
have a drink, take a last breath
were does the permanence go
when the high's gone?
just pricks
and nicks.

I was led into your garden
and like so many fairy tales of old
then it was made forbidden.

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