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Walking through the
parking lot
In between cars that face each other,
Glass shimmer shines
N' nearly blinds me off a window shield,
One helluva star.
Softly stepping my toes and pads,
There's a warning in the glass too.
Up and down these parking blocks
Which are crumbling a scrumbly pathway;
Discarded and unwanted and painful things--
I'm here to oblige them.
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