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walking in New York
Sigh at the end of a thought
design not to follow
despair the time of decision
come to a time of regret
forecast sadness
stumble with weakness
shiver with no hope
think of times better
bright eyes lost
dull sense forgets
ponder thoughts of murder
careless of others
averted eyes walk on by
clothes of rag, color lost
head down, thought gone
embarrassed as I
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