Echoes

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Concrete escarpment's, the airless city blocks
haunting like a mocking bird
screams falling from between the cracks
phased doppler, ringing, fading fast
 
The twang of cupid's bow erupts
zing with speeding needs
implants, fertile ground to cut
Hopes thrown out, how  incomplete
repeat to fade, in that air- lock