The Young (Poetry)

The young bustle in a barrage of responsibility
The younger coagulate like clots beneath the pavement
Trying new things to entertain the broken hearts they inhabit
All the while the new generation of feet above carry the world
They’ve learned to keep their vices neatly tucked into back pockets
They’ve learned to enjoy the feeling more than the attention


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