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The Golden Gate.

if just one person smiles at me,
as I walk this walk to death,
I promise I will turn around,
I say beneath my breath.

just one kind thought in a cruel world,
is all it takes for me,
to walk away, assuage today,
this boundless misery.

the monument before me now,
stands mute about this place,
to say goodbye four times, I heard,
is how you make your peace.

the leather’s warmth on the driver’s seat,
the only trace of me,
this is as far as I can go,
come, immortality.