rough

this is the
rough
side of town
and we are
rough
with sharp edges
like the bits of bottles
that are sometimes
(roughly)
strewn on the footpath
and sparkle
when they catch the light.

this is the
rough
side of town
and we sleep
rough
under bridges
and hide our stash
(roughly)
in the lavender bushes
that smell of scented grandmothers
in long abandoned childhoods.

this is the
rough
side of town
but we have lavender bushes.

so there.

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