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Alone
Here I stand in the dark
motionless
not one molecule around me
even air

Rain
Soft rain
quietly trickling down
I looked up at the dim yellow street light
So weak
Yet, so strong

Silence
The darkness drained the sounds
as the invisible crowd pushed and squeezed
the tortured body
and the painful soul

Still, I stood
Still

Rain
Soft rain

quietly...

trickling down