Traps covered
Sleep is not death

The post office at The Front
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Nuts and bolts
Cover the pavement

The snow keeps things warm
The middle is never defined.

A heart that pumps
squeeze cheese

The golden balls drop
We only steal what we deserve

A splinter, tooth pick
Drum stick

The contents of
A new taco

Street lamp
On a timer

A string and return
to the city
Your street
Your sidewalk

To shine all over again