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What you feel watching someone be lost for a while.
To bear a light for a person on a dark street.
To set one's dog on a stranger.

But
you see,
I am very old.

And there were eyes
in the wall.

I am not
a magnetic. Surely not. For my sight
dispersed.

If we haven't beauty
or wealth
or even goodness to save us. . .

Be brave but—
say there was a fire.

We should not shamelessly trample
upon one another.
I said "He's my brother"?

I don't know why I would have said that.



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