Concrete Stained
Behind the pillar, a skinned dog once sat. The blood is gone, and so is he. Underneath the garbage piles is salvation for the lowest. Passionate reflection of an alternate state of being. Withdraw we...
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I witnessed this on the white stone steps of a building named after Walt Whitman. Two hawks were fighting to the death. Flying in between and over abandoned ten story buildings. Vocalizing like...
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