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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.
Author's Note
I feel like I'm fading away.
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