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Filler



This is 
not a world for me.
I am no
good for it.
First of all,
I can't be young again

and can't 
hope. I miss
hoping.
Stand around
in the market
useless in my space

reacting to the
pardon me
of those who seek
what they need.
They are the pleasant ones
who smile in their waiting.

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