huddled rags of despair
left alone for the laughter
of the cold, setting sun.
on the curb
staring into...
remembering
what never could have been.
hungry,
but more alone
than starving
hopeless eyes search
the puddles lying dormant
for a sign of life
within the rippled lies.
and i found myself
for the very first time.
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