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Piteous people, tattered and torn

                 with despair.
Gathered in your commune of
                  misfortune.
Unmasked vulnerable bodies of
                   creation.
Together, yet,
                     all alone.
Neither joy or fulfilment embelish
                    your face.
Unkempt, unemployed, unloved.
           Existing for today.
Forgetting what tomorrow means.

Vagrant

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