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He walks alone.

A poem.

Image by Christian Lue, from Unsplash.

Eyes that scan each passing person

Hoping attitudes won’t worsen

Feeling paranoid, forever scanned by these surveyors…

How do they know I don’t belong here?

The only thing that won’t leave me alone

Is my loneliness




Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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