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- I heard a voice deep inside me, like it was coming from a well.
- My voice, so small and so deep in the ground.
- This is how men cry.
- A small ray of sun shines down from the sky and I shiver in the light.
- Shirtless men who once dreamed of becoming baseball players,
- now hang out from tenement windows like strong men in some weird urban surface.
- Nina hasn't called today.
- Still, the girls work the corners wilting like crazy bouqets, so beautiful, so passed their bebop glory days.
- Some have been picked, some already dried and hanging upside down their roots exposed,
- they dream of the cool-living earth they will never touch again.
- I think I see Nina's face in a cafe, almost but not quite the color of her hair.
- And so, I walk on my muttering way and wipe a piece of dust from my eye. This is how men cry.
- This is how we cry.
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