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63rd Street

63rd Street Morning 10:00 Wide-eyed buildings Broken spirits Stands alone Vacant lots- stands hoping for a buyer. People occasionally lifting towards their mouths their only nourishments- Brown bags surrounded by shaking hands clutching bottles- They stop, they stare- remembering- I too remember a time long past. The bustling crowds- the Crowded shops- the friendliness- But for now- the wind howls The vacant lot- still stand- and the wide-eyed buildings shed debris- as if crying for a better time on 63rd Street.

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