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Cobblestone streets
( emergent )                      
The dream in the child's eye
                                      Bright as wonder

//                                

( years and years )

                                   //

Seeing the old man now

From the window
                                               Looking down

••

All the dying broken stories
On the ground

Who is really even here at all ?

••

The Next Child

Awaits his fall from grace

The lonely girl

Tracing the footsteps to the factory
Along

These cobblestone streets
Into

The vagueness of obscurity

Into the empty lonliness

( into the excuses all around )

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AND

If the true path was known   (?)

AND

if the true people found  (?)

WHO

would tell the story aloud     (?)

WHO

would wonder what it's all about  (?)