Crossing Brooklyn Bridge
In the morning rain
A man leaned against the cables
Spots of rain on his shoulders
He was forgotten
Until he appeared again
Again, again, and again
Coincidence or not
Stomach in a knot
Death..
the thought brings fright
In the soulless night
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Breathe
PoetryJust some random poems "To hate is an easy lazy thing but to love takes strength everyone has but not all are willling to practice"
