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Aug 2012
Say goodbye,
walk out the door,
Grab cigarettes at the local store,
stare at oncoming traffic,
stop.. wait,
in-vision childrens laughter, stay firm,
listen to rippled wheels turn,
withering old men resting on
bike path benches, focus, keep straight,
can't let them see you frown,
turn back to your ghost town.
Jared
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