mall
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The smooth escalator gracefully gets me to my favorite store.Gosh, I hardly use stairs.Where are the newest pair of shoes?Hooray! They have my size!
I go to the mall all
Alone.
Scuffed up sneakers, old blue jeans. Headphones in.
This way, I’m like an eagle above the earth,
Observing the world from afar.
See the young couples holding hands.
