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Dec 2023
Worn boots pound
the broken sidewalk.
The pavement rolls
beneath my feet
And I'm scared to
think of anything,
but the cracks in
the cold concrete.

Kicking rocks to
keep from looking up.
I'll never be the same.
You could take my clothes
and, before I froze,
I'd feel no less ashamed

Still I chase the winter breeze
on passed the candle lit
windows and tall Oak trees..
And at the tail end
of the wind, I roam
where nowhere
feels like home..
It's cold out here
JA Perkins
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JA Perkins  36/M/Right here
(36/M/Right here)   
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