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2023.11.05

It’s amazing how beautiful a city can be when afforded to none.

Sidewalks well swept, mail on time, only small pockets and creases of crime.

But how will a life I make, if no place of stable home can I partake?


It’s a miserable shame, a famliless line.

Watching in distance, greying with time.

I’ve stood in one spot to experience it all,

I’ve waited row-side to abhor coming fall.

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