haunting the streetsA Poem by Rosehaunting and floating through the streets at night, sleeping on park benches in the pouring rain.Nobody notices me.I'm haunting places men tell me I don't belong I find places in where you give me nothing I guess this is the aftermath Wandering streets Sleeping in ovals wondering if someone knows where I am I haunt the places I'm terrified to enter in the daylight .... I've been here along This time this spirit has wandered the streets Only returning home in the dead of the night
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