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Dec 2013
Deafening, the sound of cars like the flow of water
Streetlights dot hope like a swarm of lonely fishing boats
Cars speed by like trout upstream
Wandering to the store like an urban water snake, slither
Walking alone, with my thoughts as only company
Along the shores of my concrete river
David Crum
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David Crum  detroit
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