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           I walked in the rain today.

    Turning the corner I thought of you.

   Somewhere, were you walking too?
    Or, maybe reading on your porch?

 But before I could complete the thought,
I reached the end of an all too short block.

   In a moment, with no path before me,
              I see the brutal truth.

My thoughts exist alone, neither wanted,
                       nor shared.

Seeking absolution, my attention returns
        to the world of things certain.

         Line, color and arrangement.
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