Los Angeles
This untrusting city
Bleeds in Oil
On the concrete
That is all that there is
Too cold to be content
Too busy to pay attention
To those who are broken
It will cut you open
Without turning back
Then press salt into the wounds
poem by Ana Burnhep
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