B E A T

My mind is a crowded street

Soles worn thin

Rustle

The autumn leaves

Cold air

A B-E-A-T unbeknownst to me

The clutter of my thoughts

A stranger walking toward me

Could be someone

Anyone

Can you feel it?

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