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1
This isn't silence, but forgery,
the thick rubber soles
of the nighttime attendant.
2
Who are we?
Only the very people we seek,
the ones who abandoned
their cars in the road
with the doors flung open.
3
It rained on my birthday,
but what do you care,
it wasn't your birthday,
and it isn't raining still.
And besides,
you have a new haircut.
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