I lost my winter hat.
I watched helplessly over a dying bat.
Lost in the apartment lobby.
You shouldn't touch them if they are on the ground like that.
It usually means they're diseased.
And disoriented.
Maybe Dying.
Alone.
I opened my heart.
To Lincoln, Nebraska.
It objectified and demeaned me.
And just continues to build more Wal-marts.
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