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- Poetry > Free VerseScuffed shoes, light as smoke on dirty feet. Alone with my reflections And the moon And the thump, thwap, scrape Of soles on ground up asphalt. Nothing to see, here in drifting heat Just lips worn of expression, Chapped, gasping, Silent, as scuffed shoes Grind frantic breath to ...
- Poetry > Free Verse...? "Walking," she replies. Her steps set out. His come behind. "I'm going for the silence," sigh her shoulders, "And the shadows and the stars." "Then," his footsteps follow, "That is what we are." Off they step together Separately....
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