Cherry- flavored lives were at stake,.. with adolescent mouths clamped shut,.. and teeth filled with rotting cavities,.down on the gritty sidewalk. A pigeon scuttles upward now,.. between the neighboring telephone poles,.. above the local cornerstore. Where torn children shoes perish,.. dangling from laces upon steel wire, A northern tenement block. Populated by feeble residents who live on provided cultural currency,..broken shards of glass found along side of the curbed intersection,..unwanted souvenirs and pastimes,..sordidly distributed by the reckless multitude,.born into poverty,.yet surrendering to the dying environmental realities everyday.
The southern city projects,.. filled with abandoned warehouses and vacant factory high-rises. Where professions and businesses once flourished,..then abruptly died out,..with the circling seasons. August came to a harsh climax,..where Summer's lust seemed so refreshing, innocent, and pure,..then. combusts! ,with the ignition of Autumn's toxic love affair,..and September's wicked premonitions,..of smoke rising from piles of burning leaves,. beyond the stale atmosphere,..and into the dried heavens.
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