i have nothing to conceal
for i have none of those fortunes
in fact i tell all
what i know and what
the world wants to hear
sort of
a storyteller
pleasing the sad ones
listening
to the voices of crowded
minds
for i am the guard of the
mall
standing, looking closely
to any form
of calamity
please do not run away from me
someone
so friendly need not be hurt
and feel
what abandon is
i am myself
because there is nothing more
because there is no one
except
my vision of us....
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