Swaying
arms brush
wincing
pulling
arms in
close
whispering
through
the crowd
without a
recognition
only looking
at the ground
no heavenward
glances
stolen
while
swerving
through
the swamp
passing
strangers
who'll never
not be
strange
and
skulking
down again
almost there
to nowhere-
the only
destination.
arms brush
wincing
pulling
arms in
close
whispering
through
the crowd
without a
recognition
only looking
at the ground
no heavenward
glances
stolen
while
swerving
through
the swamp
passing
strangers
who'll never
not be
strange
and
skulking
down again
almost there
to nowhere-
the only
destination.
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