Walking home The moon is drifting in and out of the clouds
An old solo can roles along the cracked footpath
Beer bottles swarm towards the gutter
Trees sway and leaves hit my shoes as I walk
I see eyes in the darkness of an alley
A raspy cough is all I hear
The clouds drift over the moon once more
I push my headphones in and ignore the strange movements and noises of this world.
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