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Apr 2016
Silent               he goes unseen
Drifting along the city streets
Leaving no trace of a presence
A gift               a curse

Stealthily               a predator among prey
Taking what he needs
Food, water, money,
A gift                     a curse

Alone                    he goes unseen
In a group of people, no trace of his presence
Left to drift through the streets
A curse

Lonely
Written by
Sean Ryan
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