One
Wrong turn
Lost
Alone
Black asphalt
Broken
Torn away
Under his feet
Stirred awake
Grey ashen dust
Scatters with each step
Off to the right
In dim yellow light
Cold deep apparitions
In shadows take flight
They steal down the alley
Far from sight hidden menace
Distant whispers echo
Carry secrets in the rust
He stands still, a soul forsa…
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