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Upon a bed of newspapers lay a creased red cotton shirt. No fixed abode Dirt appears on dirt Grind teeth. Got any change said man with can in hand. Card and blanket with dog curled underneath. Comatosed body rigid from a fix. Brandished scum and theif. Patchwork multicoloured polyester tents adorn a high end shop.

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rh-78

Published: Feb 18, 2019
LinesWords: 955

Notes: The homeless issue continues to worsen in London. I can’t remember seeing it so bad.
Tags: #homeless #tramp #thief #sadness #unhappy #shelter

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