Love the Neighbor
only trash can blow
on the prickly pavement
no mind is
not precious
no flesh can blow.
a women with three
teeth and liquored breathe,
and carrying a sleeping
bag can
never blow
to everyone,
here is a soul
can they not cry?
can they not see day?
they roam the streets, with
freedom and pain
I pour my heart,
for everyone's jeans
are stained
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