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A walk down the street

Liquid droplets on my skin
Acid rain? Panic again 
Fellow walker on a journey 
Smile. It's my style. 
Will they smile back? I ask 
Yes! He did 
Will this one respond in like?
Not quite. 
The first sign of cold hard pity. 
Not my city. 
Maybe now I'll dodge a frown 
I'm a clown
A strained reply shows me why 
Eyes full of blame. 
Why should I feel shame? And now
Disdain. 

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