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Jul 2018
Streets of Glory
Her legs roam about the street as she walks
The concrete accepts the dire stride
Mysterious; she could scream without notice
It is bitter silence that manifests her longing
She sings yet few hear her bear song
Turning away no man; at best a lonely woman in the end
Consorting with strangers; a woman seeking shelter in the arms of another
She will candidly find her mate
Yet tears will forever find their rest with another’s cheek
The night calls
Another John doe worth the wait
David
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