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Street walk 4/10
We walked your streets Between glittering city towers And glittering skirts We stood near the club Outside the old police station The music pumping Anxiety thumping Ashamed at my heart’s prideful repulsion I want to run away But the still small voice Says plant your feet And stay So we pray your Kingdom come In the shadow of the cactus In your city square A behemoth of greed Roars toward us mouth wide Feeding on our pride Never satisfied So we bow And pray Your kingdo
Aimee DeHaan
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