this is a poem my friend asked me to post:
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Walking along
a path
The beaming streams
of light
trace behind
the path
I crept
Stopping me
Gazing at me
pridefully taking
my vision
"Stop,"
I shout.
"You're 'supposed'
to help me,"
I plead.
The rays slight past,
moving along
I continue edging, nudging
my toes forward.
-tracy chan
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