Here -
Where...clipped metal drunken cars clutter the broken citadel at the head of illegal van garaged highway...
Where...coffee blasts from shattered arch match whispered vaped chatter...
Where...youth stubble walk across butchered sleeping path...
Where...loose coin is exchanged on the blind side of adult corners..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
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Steve Coel
