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Down the alley we now call home
with the smell of a hot meal
sitting it's back to the cold bricks
head in it's hands
no longer with hope
it crys
no longer with hope
it pleads
comfing it
with battered hands
resting against my chest
with no beat
worryed eyes rise
it is awear.
- by ninjaTurquoiseMonkey |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 01/23/2009 |
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- Title: Dead Hope.
- Artist: ninjaTurquoiseMonkey
- Description: This is what i release.
- Date: 01/23/2009
- Tags: dead hope
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Comments (1 Comments)
- sweeper442 - 01/23/2009
- ..its an accurate description of living on the street.
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