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I met
I met a man the other day
Clueless to the beast.
He slept 40 years
Only to be awaken by a fly.
I met a model in the bathroom.
She showed me herself.
Withered and blue,
Worn and tattered.
The child playing on the street
Told me stories of pain.
Such a young heart
Bruised 10 years later.
I saw myself today
20 feet below.
Building a latter
With too many rungs.
