The Man
Walking down the street one day,
I passed by a man.
I noticed his once proud shoulders were now drooping.
His once joyful face, now looked gaunt.
And his eyes, once kind,
Were now haunted.
As we passed, our eyes locked.
The gaze shot through me like ice.
A sharp intake of breath, and was pulled.
Pulled into the depths of those blue and gold
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