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Desolate

My hands and feet are numb for I am cold and I have no home to give me warmth. A home and warmth are two things I search for that is why people call me a bum. I have not eaten but I have prayed and my prayers have not yet been answer for I have not eaten in days. So I'll just lay in my place of sleep and pray ones more as I search for warmth, for I have found my home, The streets.

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Date: 11/28/2014 3:37:00 AM
Well done Poet 174! Sadly is a fact all over the place a lot of poor homeless that live in the streets and face cold and even death especially at this cold time of the year. A 7 for me! :) Love and hugs! xxx D.
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Date: 11/27/2014 10:25:00 PM
Very sad dear Poet.What to do,come to Sri Lanka.We will look after you well.Enjoyed reading.Regards. -Safa
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