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THE UNMEDICATED HOMELESS
Unnoticed, dusty homeless ones are drifting,
Creeping through shadows of smelly silence,
Never seen as dark sadness erodes time and desire.
When tender souls perceive sad loneliness ahead,
And never desire another's love and warmth,
Could bright-colored pills erase trembling doubt? Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
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