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Nones

As I did walk suburban lanes,
In the stifled calm of a red midday,
I heard my steps ring down the road
And I knew I had been all alone.
The wind did float down wine-dark lawns
And I heard the mournful call of dogs.
It was down these roads that I did trek
When a restless soul was all I’d left.
As that dry rustle pushed me on,
I listened for some fairy’s song.
There was distant laughter, far-off horns,
But all I heard was, “You’re alone.”
The houses orange, the asphalt grey,
In the chilling peace of a late midday.




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