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Dec 2020
He stood at the corner
of Lost & Nowhere
listening to the gray rain
make gray tires
hiss on gray pavement
while the moments
seconds minutes hours
stacked up like tarnished coins
useless currency
that couldn't be spent
that lost their value
as soon as they were in hand
while the weight
of the strangers gaze
landed like small dusty stones
pressing urging informing
that he was not welcome
the he was nothing more
than a simple small tragedy
soon dismissed
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