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Dec 2016
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
Can I ask you
Who do you know

And can he can help me
Get out of this cold
Get back on my feet
Break free of this mold

Or will he avoid
My tired blue eyes
As I pace down these rows
In what he thinks is a disguise

I want to go home
But I do not know how
So I distract myself
Taking what I can get for now
Written by
Monica  26/Genderqueer/Oakland
(26/Genderqueer/Oakland)   
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