Just for MeA Poem by JoeRandom thoughtsJust for Me Tendrils of smoke waft from the white stick into the late night sky. The streets are dead and quiet, a peaceful thing. Somewhere a dog barks, Just for Me. The clouds reflect the snow, turning the sky a black-orange where nothing stirs. This world, it seems, is Just for Me.
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