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-sadness-
*by someone resolved
to climb out of this pothole*
(frankie leone, just a man)
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*a pretty girl
with short hair
petit stature
and bright blue eyes
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asked me once on the stairwell
of the subway ramp
on north 7th street and bedford avenue
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why i was always sad
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she didn’t know me from a hole in the wall
but had read my work
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with a compassionate brushstroke
in her manner
she looked at me smiling
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as someone would gaze
at a sick child
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i didn’t have an answer
asked her if she wanted to hang out sometime
and heard her reply
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“i’m sure we’ll see each other around”*
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*i think about this
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my sadness
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and realize
the reason for it
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fear
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when one has known nothing else
even if it is a terrible state of being
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this unknown is terrifying
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terrifying enough to endure misery
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and i see i have a choice
and have made it for myself
for a period of time disgusting to me*
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*i think of this girl
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bravely smiling at a man twice her size
bearing the marks of someone who’s been places he shouldn’t have
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and consider myself a coward
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if she can do this
why can’t i
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i ask myself
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and then i see fear
my devil
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and decide to pull my pistol
for my last duel with a powerÂ
not greater than myself.*
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