Cuddling their dreams they sit.
On the wall at the black end of town.
A near silent ghetto.
World of it's own.
Hum of traffic vaguely heard.
Recycling cans.
Offal past saving.
Well neglected.
They care not of the weather.
The group of drunks together.
Sit and sup and sup and sit.
That's their world.
Hell, so be it.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
Cuddling their dreams they sit.
On the wall at the black end of town.
A near silent ghetto.
World of it's own.
Hum of traffic vaguely heard.
Recycling cans.
Offal past saving.
Well neglected.
They care not of the weather.
The group of drunks together.
Sit and sup and sup and sit.
That's their world.
Hell, so be it.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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