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Oct 2019
Pieces
Packed and
Held close.

Carried along and
****** in with every chance.

The streets
Tired they picked up
With the wind.

But they listen
And they take notes.

I'm sorry
I can't talk back.

The only way for me would be to-
Written by
clec
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