with the dead leaves locked

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my steps are soft
on damp sidewalks
beside the slumbering street;

i'd hate to wake it.
after the drone of worn tires
have lulled it to sleep

i keep my head down as i
pass lines of apartment complexes,
as to not complicate
my cob webbed thoughts.

i won't stare at each girl that paces
down their steps,
not today, at least.

and as the rain begins to fall,
i grow tired
and more content
to lie with the asphalt,
unconscious.

Created: Mar 13, 2010

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