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wandering

city streets alone

as a child

gets old

as soon as

your popsicle melts

and you drip

on your favorite shirt

and you lose your steps

bare feet rough

on sun-baked

pavement

glittering

with broken glass

and i don't feel it

and i don't bleed

and i want

to go home.

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ellie-stelter

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Published: May 29, 2014
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