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In streets familiar
strangely smells
An old life
sweeps the stairs.

Walk on pavement
tread once in despair
Hopeful gazes
wind whips my hair.

Boots pounding
purposeful
Laughter flowing
never stops.

Drive round that corner
heavy sigh
I’m home to the streets
I’m home to my sound.

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