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Aug 2019
Down the empty street I walk
Searching for signs
Of what once wrote itself
On me, in me
Right here
Right there

This place is a stone
Upon a stone
With eyes that stare me down
And follow me

Will I ever learn
There's no return
Bricks and mortar
Have no memory
And the windows are dark lidless holes
Empty eyes
In the faces of the night
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Andy A  60/M
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     Evan Stephens, shamamama, Tyler and FOD
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