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dark stains on the stretched t shirt of the awkward shuffling man drawn out like tear drops had toppled cross his chin but the hell with that assumption because it's the saliva dribbling, rolling down his chin, it's methadone a little after morning after the school kids all clocked in this is the eclectic road I linger on searching for smile in the crowd of truly docile personalities that project such violence, in the bleeding gums and yellowed teeth and smokey concealed gulps, I bared through all my inversion a complicated  smile, try to soak it in gentlemen who address the train for profit, please take a glance jobless veteran I love you for efforts, take stance down trodden project dwelling citizens for some of you have obviously given up