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Jan 2020
why
there,
in the
cold hard
city streets,
on the
concrete jungle's
sidewalk.

his soul
exited
the body
amid the
powerful
aroma of
iron and
silently loud
gasps of
oh my.

his soul
circled
in
disbelief
and could
be heard
over the gasps
asking....


why?
TheConcretePoet
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TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
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