Homeless (Holiness)
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Eric Cockrell
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new dawn....
same alleyway;
grey faceless buildings,
wet with morning.
one more cigarette,
thinking about coffee,
waiting on the mission doors
......to open.
kicking through the trash,
a rat runs off...
nowhere to go,
...nothing to do.
tighten my belt,
squint in the sunlight,
just thinking 'bout how,
gonna survive this day!
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