A finger print sanded smooth by 400 grit life
Identity lost in the rush hour smog perusing the man
An understanding is achieved between the bloodshot eyes of a misfit man and a pigeons black eye
Both perched on the ledge both flowers in the gutter
Both misunderstood but only one can fly
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