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Yesterday: a whisper, a stirring
along the pavement,
the movement
of cigarette butts, paper bags,
discarded faith.
Another step down this lonely
laneway. I tilt my face and
catch a first glimpse of sky.
Yesterday: a whisper, a stirring
along the pavement,
the movement
of cigarette butts, paper bags,
discarded faith.
Another step down this lonely
laneway. I tilt my face and
catch a first glimpse of sky.
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