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Trash Can Heat

I am homeless

I can see

No place to go

or feeling free

On the street

Under the bridge

Next to fire

Starving I cringe

Smell of stench

of tired souls

Stomach turns

Feeling cold

Torn up clothes

with withered hearts

Bend don't break

Not torn apart

Condemned, no fortune

take it all in

Trash can heat

Seeing no end

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Published: Oct 30, 2014
LinesWords: 2060

Notes: To many homeless in the world and we just walk by them like they don't exist
Tags: #sad #help #homeless #care #assistance #veterans

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