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Jun 2018
walking through a crowd
listening,half-hearted to conversations
happy, friendly, and well meaning
and none of them
touch you
wondering why you walk through
a cluster of should be friends
yet remain a stranger among them
and keep walking
waiting
for that out reached hand
of the man willing to walk
the next mile of hell beside you
or the kind ear of the woman
willing to listen to the story of your past
t ulysses
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t ulysses  41/M/Turkey for now
(41/M/Turkey for now)   
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   Myrrdin
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