okay

I go from the same street,
And don't find any familiar faces,
It's the same morning it's the same place,
In the evening of grays.
Covered in hazel rays,
The sun doesn't set,
As if only the rise speaks well.
I go from a very familiar street
They know my story,
They have seen it all,
From my walking miles,
To my shredding awhile,
The same street,
The same corner,
They all know the story,
Of my becoming kind,
A bit warmer.
The warmth of those walls,
They look at me,
Like I'm pure bliss,
How can I not see?
The amusing blisters in thy eyes.
The same street,
I walk across the same street.

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