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Man
I heard
that you crossed the bridge
today
in the evening
some heard
the steps in the dawn
of the last light of twilight
or later
no one heard your voice
no one heard your voice
in the evening
when you crossed the bridge
empty and barefoot
counting your steps
I heard
that the end of the afternoon
never ever was
so spectacular
absent faces
and no one heard your voice
your voice vibrating on the bridge
today or later
PAR
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