Faceless strangers wander
Aimlessly on streets
Leaves rustle uneasily
A lone leave
Falls with grace
Yet trampled upon
A lone soul
Cries out silently
Emotions are dead.
The night is cold.
Aimlessly on streets
Leaves rustle uneasily
A lone leave
Falls with grace
Yet trampled upon
A lone soul
Cries out silently
Emotions are dead.
The night is cold.
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