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The end is near.

There is a street,
A not too busy street
Where I can see
The end of the world.

There is this gap
Between number 38
And number 42
Where there is a walkway
And at the other side
You can see the end of the world.

Grey little ladies
Come streaming into the street
They remove their shoes
At the entry of the walkway,
And walk down the alley
With their heads bowed and covered
The place feels sacred.

The sounds of the street
A purring lawn mower,
The neighbourhood kids playing,
The aggressive hiss of a moving car,
Are muted till quiet till in the end
Silent and gone in the hush.

As I walk towards
The end of the world,
The light grows colder
The air smells like clean steel
And I think of you
Briefly, lonely, the ache
And the pain and the world
Slips silently into the noise,
And I step into the end.

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