A Wanderer Poem by greg richardson

A Wanderer

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A wanderer
passes through empty halls
his pipe sickens him
he searches for cigarette butts
a pack begins the habit
half a cigarette is a fix
he wishes someone would talk to him
he lives in hellos
and dies in good-byes
he moves on
to still his insides.

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