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i watched a man lie there between the end of a fire and the means to another red. yellow. green. strangers watching at the stoplight it doesn't mean anything motionless and turning blue last breaths mean nothing - when you're living on concrete "look away, cross the street" "eyes down, windows up" cardboard signs winter coats shopping carts broken totes flashing lights ticking clocks i watched a man lie there and i never got to see him get back up.
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Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 10:56 PM UTC
Watching from the Window
i watched a man lie there between the end of a fire and the means to another red. yellow. green. strangers watching at the stoplight it doesn't mean anything motionless and turning blue last breaths mean nothing - when you're living on concrete "look away, cross the street" "eyes down, windows up" cardboard signs winter coats shopping carts broken totes flashing lights ticking clocks i watched a man lie there and i never got to see him get back up.
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Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 10:56 PM UTC
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