
I look each person I pass defiantly in the eye for a single second before looking back down, stoned and uncertain.

Later on
Alone and unable to sleep,
I head back out into the streets.
In a long black coat loaded with graffiti.
I’m seeing a truth that no one else has ever seen like a neon sign thru the hazy end of a day…the orange glow calls my name, but I can’t read what it says...yet.

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