The hungry,
the sick
&
tired.
The lost,
battered,
beaten,
&
starved.
The streets sweat themselves clean
again & again
until
there is no
place
for a heart.
The forgotten - to be.
I see
them.
Everywhere.
Their faces
pass me
like an airliner
to a
bus.
Something grand will be crashing
and dwindlng in size
learning how
to live
with different sets
of eyes.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 1:20 AM UTC
The hungry,
the sick
&
tired.
The lost,
battered,
beaten,
&
starved.
The streets sweat themselves clean
again & again
until
there is no
place
for a heart.
The forgotten - to be.
I see
them.
Everywhere.
Their faces
pass me
like an airliner
to a
bus.
Something grand will be crashing
and dwindlng in size
learning how
to live
with different sets
of eyes.
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