eft alone
cold and unclothed
in the streets;
you were invisible
the crowd
stepped on your home
a cardboard, a towel
still you plead
a twist of faith
warms next to you
a bonfire;
but you’re scared
break away
from the ice
the sky has fallen;
catch its last drop
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