we fear the


fallen from grace

shaken, unsure


hair snarled

like side yard


a reminder of

someone chasing

you in dreams


the eyes,

hoping for

a sympathy gaze


for coins

a cold meal,

from a warm heart


he knows he is

out of place,

searching for

someplace else


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