Lying in a big city alley,
cardboard box my home
Forgotten, stomach empty,
hypothermia, sleepy
will I make it till morning?
Lying in a big city alley, cardboard box my home Forgotten, stomach empty, hypothermia, sleepy will I make it till morning?
Author notesThirty one below overnight here where I live. Who can't that gives a moment of time think about our street people and hope none lost their life sleeping in cardboard, sleeping bags overnight? Mercy and compassion overcomes me..... A contest entry
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