as the body falls from the ledge
the streets approach, again
and the people approach, again.
the shapes become familiar
the recent history and its discomfort
becomes easier to take
the abandonment, the failures
the losses the bad decisions
all disappear in the blur.
the black eyes the restless nights
the coffee burns the head colds
mean less as the pavement nears.
the problems
disappear
as we
approach
the
moment
of
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