I see the man walk
Down my street.
His eyes,
Cold.
His face,
Worn.
His heart,
Broken.
He does not speak,
Only motions me.
His hand,
Steady.
His head,
Lowered.
His heart,
Broken.
I approach this man
With utmost caution.
His body,
Weak.
His lips,
Trembling.
His heart,
Broken.
But I soon see
With growing fear
He is,
Me.
He is,
You.
Our hearts,
Broken...
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