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on the first day of his eternity, a woman had searched, screamed a name, but he has forgotten who. at each sunrise, he reaches out to those who rush by, but no one cares, none attempt to help the weeping child. pale hands try close around a wrist, but it disappears from his fingers. restless, pacing the grimy streets. he falls to the filthy concrete, yet no feet seem to trample him.
he calls out to the thousands who walk past him, but each is blind to the cries for help.
