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pennies rattle the can silent paper notes flutter -from hand to hand. the market place where many dreams -come to die. a cold pavement for a bed -the blind pass by. blinded by self-regard forever pointing out -the scapegoat.
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC
the scapegoat
pennies rattle the can silent paper notes flutter -from hand to hand. the market place where many dreams -come to die. a cold pavement for a bed -the blind pass by. blinded by self-regard forever pointing out -the scapegoat.
no-one would choose homeless, except those escaping something even worse
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC
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