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Street people

Temple dancer in the street,
I did not understand your music

and our faces are so similar
Little drums on your hip and lashes thick with things I’ll never know , maybe little sister

hair bleaching in the october sun, saffron paste in your brow, right now, I want to remember your face ; maybe we might begin to trace each others notes

or even reasons why we … we’re on the same street / wild foot street dancer

oil / acrylic paint ; canvas rnoel street musician

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