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Jun 2020
Walking down the street
I see...

On the corners
In the alleyways

Caught in the stare

Maybe I don't see
Anything

The mad dogs glare
Is he ever
What makes him

Happy

Walking down the street
I see...

Nothing

At the parks
Where people are gathering
Slight of handshakes
Magicians create
Audiences

I see...

But I don't tell anybody
JaxSpade
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