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The Stranger, Part I

It was night,
And I was headed home.
Reality was now taking its toll on me
As I walked down the dark alley.
The only other person there,
Was a poor beggar sleeping
In an old cardboard box.
I soon passed the poverty stricken man
When I realized
The further I walked down the alley,
The longer it got.
I quickened my pace.
Maybe it would have helped get me out faster,
But instead it seemed to slow me down.
My steps echoed,
But yet they really didn’t.
I stopped impulsively;
Why I don’t know.
Yet the steps continued.
The echo was not mine but of another.

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