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San Francisco

San Francisco

God, a time capsule opens in my heart
to reading Kerouac when my mind ran wild
and the city was my best friend.
which to my way of aching
is a parade of circus dwellers
on sidewalks of dust and memory.
The scenes sing and howl
for all humanity to behold
but especially this lonely soul
on the fringe of society.
I am kaleidoscoped
by starry eyed street apostles.
Written by goldenmyst
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