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There’s a man under the bridge near my home
So tall, he must bow his head
So tall, the bricks scratch his occiput
Our eyes meet daily when I take the shortcut home
So far, I must squint
So far, he’s not moving
“We’re not too different,” I tell myself as I stand at the porch
I, too, force myself in the box I won’t fit in
I, too, stare at who’s outside it
“But we’re not the same,” I tell myself when I unlock the door
Because I don't follow them home
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ThePlan3tsAreNouns
The last stanza or sentence the because feels like filler. I really like how disorinting the poem feels. It's the best. Good repititon too. (Sorry I'm bad at spelling)
thank you so much !! :-)
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AttiPanda
Perfect!! <3
tack so mycket!!
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YOU SCARED ME LMAOOO
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LMFAOO SORRY
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dwdw!! it was just unexpected!! <3<3
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