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Sunk into night

as I sometimes in walk down

passing by the chairs that squeeze

What’s hapenin’ in?

It’s a secret  of those who sit

the secret they’re hiding affront me

I feel shudder

I am afraid

retry and capturing

pertain to me

It’s hard to stroll

Among the people and carefully cloak

My perishing spleen that pressing sight

And some tales

About baneful passion to someone

Who had never started to live

Dominion to disclose

Behind curtains the authority

Right before you accuse me