Chalk

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I can talk with chalk— that’s how the street speaks. Blocked colors build upon each other, creating a towering effect; A countdown from one to ten that leads you barely any further than you were before. Rain water takes it all away so quickly, but there remains a bucket untouched, dry powder: some will escape in the dust, some will be snorted, and some will rebuild these streets.

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