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Isolated by Concrete - A Poem

In a midnight street in New York City, 2020.

The street lights gathered their pools on the pavement.

People used to dance here.

We used to dance here.

Mindless pirouettes in circles of orange and white.

A crisp concrete insulation from the earth under our feet.

A solid base which held us in place.

Yet a spiraling numbness existed.

As if waiting for a catalyst to break us apart.

We were robots dancing in the streetlights.

Blinded by the lights.

Then the music stopped.

What next?

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