sometimes i find myself staring into the eyes
of every stranger that i can.
when they stare back
i can't trust they understand
why i suggest sympathy for them.
sometimes i find myself pointing out men--
the alone-on-the-highway-wandering-somewhere type of men.
as i pass by
i feel that i know him
cause i got sympathy for a lonely man.
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