24 hours!
Hamsters like to feed
and walk through tubes -
where else can they go?
Throw them onto
the motorway and they'll
just wander
with their grocery carts.
Neon arrows
dictate the sky
and coals
show the myriad
faint hearts
in the night.
They walk:
the walking dead;
the spiritless.
They are hungry.
Their eyes are painted violent,
belying underlying
softness:
just stroke them;
let fingers
filter through hair.
Encouraging words.
And up comes a smile.
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