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Passing Through

They talked,

The three of them

About kids, pain, life.

 

I walked through the store

Looking,

sifting,

contemplating and knowing most of the stuff came from people passing through.

 

Clothes,

toys,

shoes,

glasses,

books,

paper,

and stuff-

All handpicked to have, to hold, to be proud of-

then one day,

handpicked to toss.

 

I found a few gems,

admired a couple of treasures and left a bunch of remnants.

 

I pay, then feel satisfied as I walk towards the door with- my new stuff,

And just as I leave,

I can hear soft silent whispers of the voices left behind from the people passing through.

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