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Sep 2013
Streetlights illuminate early morning fog
as night passed it's song down river
to the open sea.

As the curtain lifted
in this center of town,
those who are curious
peer through broken slats
to catch his eyes fixated on possibilities never realized.

Within this thick aired and desperate
theater of the round,
he was a tall man even lying on the ground.
Written by
steven shade
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