Wondering path full of daisy's
and plush grass all along a picket
fence when anything that does not
belong would be easily seen. All the
perfect covering the lives that created
this wonderful beauty. Streets thought
to be so pure so full of all that's
good in this white city of perfection
of fences, daisy's and grass.
But he's awaiting down the block
for if the right one came along
to be made his in the
darkness this city did not want to be told.
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