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A Poem by nathan

this poem is the very first one that I wrote when I discovered that I could string together some words resembling a poem.

In town
my converse shoes
grace the steaming concrete with a kiss
leaving
No Prints
to hint to the next person
whence I come
where I'm going.
The rusty tin can that I kick aside in frustration
too shall be kicked further up street
till my sign's lost and
I'm NO MORE.

AR.