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Jul 2022
I am on the street
No roof
Sleeping on the pavement
Once lived in a Two Bedroom Apartment
My apartment had assortments
One night there was a knock at the door
I thought should I open or ignore?
It was the Landlord
He stated, “WHERE IS YOUR RENT?”
You see, I was working, but was laid off after working for a company for 12 years, the company was doing bad
It was good bye to this lad
I was on unemployment and received my Severance
I was living off the two sources
I was the only forces
Now the sources have been exhausted
I hadn’t paid the rent in months
The Landlord evicted me at once
The Street is where I nest
Living outside is not the best
The Shelters are not for me
They are not safe you see
Pavement life
Living my own advice
The thought of home is only within me
Alone
No Family
Regrets
Homeless into endless
This is where I roam
The street I call home
My name is not known
I am nowhere to be found
Maneuvering people and car movements are my only sounds.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Cold-Bones
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