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Jun 2013
look for me in downtown streets of yesterday memory drifting by or the silent corner of youth the tables emptied of sound and fury walls peeled of paint where panting shadows used to come cold nights the dust in the wind I am  the riptide searching a path unknown my windows reek of urban decay and rot my body's knees creak like old wooden doors my fire cooled by age I am of the world,but apart I am soul man time dancing to the beat of my lady"s eyes dark hair gone ,dome empty of waves white teeth  missing spaces I let love whispers fill my waiting ears so I can offer thank yous of my trembling past I look to the place where young and faraway dreams begin to come undone
Written by
victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
(Philadelphia pa19144)   
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