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Sep 2015
Where the sidewalk ends
and the  pavement turns to sand,
that's where you'll find me,
that's a nowhere man's nowhere land.

I am not a dog walker
nor jogger on the beach.
No, I am a no one
and I hold no one's leash.

Friendly to some
and deadly to others,
I am no book
you can judge by a cover.

Heed my words or write them off,
I care not for your affairs,
but listen when I tell you this:
Time stops for no one
and no one really cares.
A work in progress. Popped into my head during history class, of all places.
From Jess's Lips
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