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Body twisted on the sidewalk at mid-day some pass by without noticing A woman stops in stride and looks down at him, phone in hand Her sundress swaying with the LA breeze "Is he sleeping?" An ambulance came to haul him off Rushed paramedics left one of his shoes on the sidewalk In use hours ago now a morbid sneaker monument to what once was There is human suffering in America on landmark roads next to high-end boutiques
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Dead Guy, Sunset blvd.
Body twisted on the sidewalk at mid-day some pass by without noticing A woman stops in stride and looks down at him, phone in hand Her sundress swaying with the LA breeze "Is he sleeping?" An ambulance came to haul him off Rushed paramedics left one of his shoes on the sidewalk In use hours ago now a morbid sneaker monument to what once was There is human suffering in America on landmark roads next to high-end boutiques
sadly a true story from LA a few months ago. be well all
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
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