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Feb 2020
Its on street corners that the wind bites the cruelest

Its in my mind that my pain is the greatest

My life so unique

In my understanding of the pain I lift my chin up high
I see the beautiful stars

I walk with a home to return to
a place to stop the cold from my skin

In the same air I know ill soon be out of
I walk until I see them

Curled on the ground
On an entry way they will likely be kicked out of

How dare I shiver

I see now that humility is begging for my hand in marriage

But I can't
You see

I'm trying to keep my hands warm
Jacob Rosenberg
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Jacob Rosenberg  21/M/Spokane
(21/M/Spokane)   
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