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Like wolf eyes, pairs of yellowish orbs rush beneath a concrete overpass, singularly devoted to the asphalt path. Each passing halo illuminates the wet mirror ground and reflects celestial entities, before the visions are splashed away. The miniature sagas of every passenger create a m... - Poetry > Free VerseIt’s 2:30 am. You’re awake Dealing with the weight of it all. How were you to know that the man was crossing the street? It was dark, you had no idea. But now they’re blaming judging categorizing But it can’t be your fault, can it? The light was green. You were in the clear, ...
