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Oct 2009
My shoes rest on concrete
as I lean on concrete
and stare at it.

Everything is concrete;
especially our mistakes
and our final outcome.

We are not music,
or art,
or the future
or hope,

we are what has been
before us:
one step closer
to
the
end
Written by
Jamie Townend
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