i keep walking passing cobblestones
loud mouthed drunk captures scene
screaming unintelligibly; what a pity
i could imagine consumption took over
he could be one promising young man
with all potential before breaking down
who am i thinking such fate of a heart
has encountered hardship torn apart
i pray oh! lord i don't like to be like that
i purse my lips to cease from mumbling
street vendors looks at me a customer
wave their hands for me to come closer
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