He sat in front of me,
just simply listening to music,
and bobbing his head.
He didn't noticed when I shadowed him,
out of his car,
being wary of my steps.
Shit, humans don't notice a damn thing,
The just simply go on,
I wish they could stay like that,
that I wouldn't have to collect their eternal,
But hey, a job's a job,
and someone's got to do it,
no matter the grief,
no matter the mourn.
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