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if these streets could speak of us

what do you think they would say?

would they still echo our footsteps when

the city has all but

blown away

and why

do these people keep watching their toes

going in circles like everyone goes

they’re stomping the purpose

of walking through life

‘cause when they look down

they just miss what it brings

and when they look up they just

trip over things


Phoenix, AZ

The End

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