Filth

I shake, rattle, and roll around.

But I try not to make a sound.

Nothing to escape the tawdry day.

Humid weather makes my smoking ok.

I push from behind, nearly breaking my spine.

Trying not to miss the opportunity.

One step closer.

I leap over the fence.

I try not to step back into the filth.

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