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They seek shelter from the rain
In the doorways of the city
Although the lights shine so bright
Believe for them it's far from pretty
Watching the world pass them by
In a kaleidoscope of grey
Feeling like nobody notices them
As we continue with our day
All they ask for is a moment
Someone to stop and talk
Providing them with some comfort
From life's painful, lonely...
Sunday 26th January 2020 1:41 am
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