In the corners of out lot, the garbage grows. The bagel is gone. The refuse multiplies. The filth of a million broken dreams collects in corners and makes a nest for rats. Behind the little shack where parking fees were paid not long ago, is a place to pee. Some hipsters stole two signs that were screwed to the western wall. Now yellowed plywood takes their place.
Our lot. In life?
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