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Becoming A Ghost

Stray sidewalk, Shadows and garbage cans
Strangers walk by like ghosts
A poor man puts out his hand
No one seems to know what matters most

Silent Street, except for the sound of steps
From the poor man looking for a meal
Two dark figures viewed from the moon's crest
A sudden handshake, seals the deal

A car passes, some leaves brush along the road
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