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"outbreathed" poems
As it outbreathed the same yellow light, The street light purposely hid a smile, I watched it once, I watched it again, Smiling it was stuck, crying I walked a mile.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
"the gallant street light"