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Things of the sun...

Cracks on the sidewalk can be an introduction into the greatest moments in time-

One can trip an entire year among those cracks-

Never considering the pressure a day can bring-

Now being in the place where addicts roam-

The cracks can sometimes feel like home-

Lost among us are the ones that never grow-

Yet ***** and grime ridden, some cracks are worth more than gold-

If your paying attention you can see the cracks reaching-

Reaching-

For the things of the sun-

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Written by
julian
Canadian
Published
Oct 3, 2011
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10·84
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i live on a street where drugs and prostitution is a mainstay-being a recovering addict/alcoholic i wrote

this poems for the ones who dream of better days

and the ones who are working to achieve those dreams....

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