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one hungover head searching for the remnants of last nights dignity and wasted breaths, pans the crowd in sporadic motions,grasping for a way to escape sorrow filled stares as stumbles come quicker than steps out an emergency exit. lights and sirens begin echoing off hollow hopes and drunk for the third time in three days bones. rolling blackouts causing more than heat stroke have ravaged this tenement.

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