and for a second the cars are floating on asphalt
because really, how does that even make sense?
I stared at the cigarette butts and tiny pieces of who knows what
non-biodegradable material scattered
between the blades of grass
Plastic bags dangling from dandelion brambles and bushes
holding on forever maybe
but no one knows about this place
or even cares to know
so if I stay here forever,
who's to say that every day isn't today?
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