new poem.

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as i sit now by a street, where once a river lay. i feel so ashamed as the pedestrians drive away. and the buildings talk to me between each passing car. with their broken corners, and flickering neon signs. as my cigarette nears the end and the smoke lifts to the sky, i listen very close as if i even care. and a voice comes to me, one i've heard before. it tells me what ive thought of but never actually known. whispering so softly in my clouded ear, "It's not what people have done, but it's that you do the same."

i just wrote it, so mabe it isnt so good. one of those things where i will wake up tomarrow and be like "what?" but it just passed though my head as i was sitting in a parking lot tonight. so i figured i might as well write it down before i go and forget.