Gone

Gone, fade away at the the middle part of the day, around the time that the sun fades. Lost down a drain after the bill is paid, the once upon a time is not black but grey. The heavy man slumped on the pathway a drunk, a sleeping happy drunken drunk, he mumbles and twitches under the drops of rain. The kids- some smile -others running past laughing loud have little time to work things out, so the shine turns dull and the glances drift down and sadly unlike yet another woman crying she puts down a coffee and oozes onto a 16a- the world walks by and ignores the colour change.

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