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Sunday, 24 July 2011

LONELY MAN

I see him.


He has streets 
to roam,
buildings 
to lean on,
but no home.


I keep my hands
in my pockets
for fear that I might
reach out to him.


I walk by,
(I'm a well-built guy),
but I reckon
he can see through me.

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