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this sudden urge to be deadby dawnI check my nomineesonce more ...jostlinginside the Metrofor an inch of spacea sudden surge of freedomwhelms overno one knowswho I am...waiting...at the bus stopI wonderhow many it takes to make a crowdhow many lessto make you lonely...I bump into a blushing rose busha greeting stray mongrela smiling passer byfunny! I had takenthe wrong turn...temple bellsI leave behindmy worn chappaland take alongfrayed...
