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Aug 28th 

The sky is clear for far

My pants are old navy and have visible holes 

A lady with a smiley face umbrella enters and a man removes his cap

 

Only to replace it

 

The leaves are starting to fade and many to fall

We pass the intersections which house the wealthy—but only pass 

 

I'm leaving my element 

 

As our minds do pass the thought of riches—the institutions of wealth fly past 

Large oak trees scream into the sky reaching for something of substance 

A boy—no a man with wild hair steps up walks quickly, sits 

No roses but other flowers are in bloom—that of the unrecognizable but 
gorgeous 

 

White shoes, clean studious girl perfect hair, time taken 

 

A young face smiles at me 

Cheap clothes swaddle her she looks into her holder's young face. 

Their dark skin is one but their minds are waves that beat against each other—
she holds her pretty face and smiles 

 

A woman who looks older then she should, spent her time feeding addictions 
she sits near

Stares into an abyss—something she sees there that we cannot 

She is unkempt and laughs at nothing from time to time 

 

The studious girl shuts her book

 

The lost lady plays peek-a-boo with the child in front of her…

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