i saw him running to catch his bus;
he ran by four passing ambulances
and a firetruck.
in a city of seven billion, one death didnt matter him
and it'd hypocritical of me to judge anyways.
she wanted to know what i kept in my pockets
but only because i wouldnt let her reach in.
i would only zip them up,
when people started asking.
i hope one day they meet
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