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My life is walking across a
street of iron in the pale morning light.
The air is brisk, white smoke plumes drift
from my lungs and trail behind.
The click clack goes unnoticed,
the world floats by as we sleep
and we are wrapped in a coat of dreams.
street of iron in the pale morning light.
The air is brisk, white smoke plumes drift
from my lungs and trail behind.
The click clack goes unnoticed,
the world floats by as we sleep
and we are wrapped in a coat of dreams.
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This poem is short, but I feel a lot of emotion from this poem. Good job!