《The Infected Progressive》The Allusion

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She walked alone

The trees at her sides, and the cold

Wind wizzing by

The crawl of her skin

Made the Earth feel still

But the streat light pointed home

Break of dawn

Layers of her clothes

All but gone

Cars on the road

Headlights dim

Yet she gets filled with hope

That the allusion points home

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