homeless
raze
a
man
without
a
place
to
sleep
crawled
inside
a
dumpster
to
try
and
stay
warm
.
he
froze
to
death
.
if
the
cops
had
found
him
before
hypothermia
closed
his
eyes
,
they
wouldn't
have
left
him
there
like
the
garbage
they
thought
he
was
.
they
would
have
forced
him
back
out
onto
the
street
to
die
on
a
bed
of
ice
.
i've
never
had
to
make
a
pillow
out
of
a
shirt
or
a
thin
bag
made
of
low
-density
plastic
.
i've
never
had
to
beg
for
food
or
spare
change
.
but
that
wouldn't
be
the
worst
of
it
.
how
do
you
survive
the
loneliness
of
not
being
loved
?
every
cold
corpse
was
a
son
once
.
a
daughter
.
a
lover
.
a
friend
.
every
enemy
was
an
ally
in
a
kinder
timeline
,
and
the
panhandlers businessmen
spit
on
were
royalty.
the
gutter's
a
long
way
from
the
throne.
i
think
the
smell's
about
the
same
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from