SelfishA Poem by Indra's ChildDirty clothes Bad hygiene Homeless Loneliness Permeates, The coldness No hands to hold, love Is in the street, the soldiers Keen, the observers As they hold up A fatality In the light Of a new dusk.
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Added on July 14, 2024 Last Updated on July 14, 2024 Author
Indra's ChildOakland, CAAboutI just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..Writing
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