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drifter

he walks back through the yard,

clocks tick, hanging off walls of delusion

dripping through the hall, alone he is home

inside the cool air, reminds of a different place

not so far away, where dogs barking

slashes through the still night

cars parking, screeching, running from each other

alone in their shell; strangers from themselves

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