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The Loner
Cold cobbled streets
strewn with cigarettes
and warm spit.
Vacant minds
near closing time,
sipping coffee
in twilight.
The sweet smell
of warm pastry
makes me hunger,
for a woman.
The days retreat
into cloudy memories,
like virgin land,
untouched forever.
strewn with cigarettes
and warm spit.
Vacant minds
near closing time,
sipping coffee
in twilight.
The sweet smell
of warm pastry
makes me hunger,
for a woman.
The days retreat
into cloudy memories,
like virgin land,
untouched forever.
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