nothings fun anymore

I don't really understand anything

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walking to work, I can't stop staring at the road, resurfaced overnight
in the rain the fresh layer of tarmac glistens
a wet black scab on the worn old road
healing over the hurt of the years of traffic
a new road for new cars and people
between the familiar fronts of cafés and shabby shops


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