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. Cardboard mattresses lining doorways; a warning to avert your eyes lest you be caught off-guard by throwaways or made to squirm because you empathise. A pinched sneaky glance at a sleeping bag to see if a wayward vagabond there lies A woman and child, or a greasy toerag Probably a ****** laying vacant on high. It is with pacified ignorance you accept this - society's stunted stereotype, which offers no prize for presuming your time's of more value than his hers or theirs, a lost cause - the shivering exiles. A person cold and damp remains a person whether they smile or they stifle their cries upon losing their place when matters worsen; we can help, we can acknowledge they're alive. .
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
Don't look (The sun has fallen to the street)
. Cardboard mattresses lining doorways; a warning to avert your eyes lest you be caught off-guard by throwaways or made to squirm because you empathise. A pinched sneaky glance at a sleeping bag to see if a wayward vagabond there lies A woman and child, or a greasy toerag Probably a ****** laying vacant on high. It is with pacified ignorance you accept this - society's stunted stereotype, which offers no prize for presuming your time's of more value than his hers or theirs, a lost cause - the shivering exiles. A person cold and damp remains a person whether they smile or they stifle their cries upon losing their place when matters worsen; we can help, we can acknowledge they're alive. .
. I'm not usually one for rhymes but here we are. .
#sun#fall#dark#society#thoughts#homeless#problems#streets#depths
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Irish
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
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