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No one shall write an epitaph of me.
I will not let anyone close enough,to know me.
I wander alone amongst strangers in
The deep canyons of city streets.Ignoring
The ebb and flow of humanity.
Strolling causally,avoiding contact
A stranger in a strange town.
No epitaph could nor would be written.
Simply because the city,and I are
An unsuitable alliance.

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