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Red Lights on White Walls
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An ambulance ride through the poor side of town; a delivery of self and social status
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The outside was a barren wasteland;
dilapidated houses
garbage on the ground
And the buildings’ aging faces
echoed the sirens
and her pain across the land
On a one way ride
with ghostly faces
trusting these strangers,
her hope inside their hands.