She walked alone

  The trees at her sides, and the cold

  Wind wizzing by

  The crawl of her skin

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  Made the Earth feel still

  But the streat light pointed home

  Break of dawn

  Layers of her clothes

  All but gone

  Cars on the road

  Headlights dim

  Yet she gets filled with hope

  That the allusion points home