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Felt

By: Deviela

I wander alone in this desolate street


A bag, in each step, gets heavier given the numbness
My face was trickled by this endless running water
I thought and thought that I must not waver

I look up and see the sky, so dark and so wry


A hand, I brought to my face and cry
My life was pictured in the wind and fly
In the midst of this entire street I stride upon

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