Existence
Sitting here,
Or if sitting over there,
Just somewhere,
I don’t care,
Before a wall or a window
In day light
Or all night,
Watching electric lights glow,
None to call,
None at all,
People are just gray shadow,
So I stare
And watch as they come and go.

Gloom
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