they line the streets like forgotten bones,
clothes clinging thin, skin and bones,
as hollow as an unanswered prayer—
they die on corners, in alleys, out there
with eyes full of shadows no one dares see.
the city walks by with pockets stuffed deep,
suits and stares, faces blank as receipts,
and the doctors, their hands are slick with fees,
and hospitals open...
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