Cobblestone Face

I am just a barely recognizable face on the street on a rainy day, born in the cracks of the sidewalk cobblestone.

You don`t notice my eyes filled with tears before the sun burns them dry and sucks all life out of my silent hello. To you I could be a ghost or a shadow, or a cartoon figure with a weird hairdo.

I exist to prevent you from falling into a hole in the ground and harm yourself. All you ever gave me was your boot in my teeth and a bruised upper lip.

And I can not even get angry.

And you don`t even know.

The End

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