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Scarfed wrapped and bundled
Harried and hurried
Suited, they scurry from work
Faster than their souls
Can keep pace
Charity clad and layered
They ambled and dissembled
Waiting for locked doorways to claim
Souls wilted
Beneath the weight of life
They sauntered
In perfumed modish chic
Blatant lustful gaze
Hopeful souls
Lusts longing to meet
Harried hopes
Wilted dreams
And lustful longings
Debris of daily life
Swept down an empty street
A lonely blinking light
Don’t walk
Wilted hopes,
harried dreams and longings heat

Are stopped mid-stride

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