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Senior Year College These silent streets
Of ruptured 'cretes
Brick wall fragments
With shadows burned on
That long outlasted their models
Thankfully, shadows can't show
Facial expressions; it'd be too much
Walking in the park
Autumn is more silent here
The leaves are enormous
Like the hands of strangers
The soil's still brown
The sky's still grey
A city whose mask is a bodybag
"I am death, destroyer of worlds"
