I passed a guy on the street today
He was dead in the ground like moss
Purging decay on the sidewalk and before I knew it
I bypassed his body
Afraid his sorrow would leak onto me
I shuddered and thought to myself
I wonder what he was like before this?
Did he do his hair proper every morning and kiss his kids goodnight?
Did he attend funerals and mourn the loss of his loved ones?
Where were they now?
I passed a guy on the street today
I thought things
And yet I still passed his body
Like moss in the ground
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