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Nov 2015
People..
People were looking down at me
Judging
No, I don't know
Maybe I was the one judging
But their sharp looks made me uncomfortable
Their eyes are burning in blue
The cold hottest look I've got
This ***** Sneakers I wore for years
Tells my story
People...
Don't look at me like that.
Frances
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Frances  homeless
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