I am lost, i am gone, i cannot be found
wandering alone searching for a bone
lamp posts barely illuminates
disgusting sores by past decays
from where i am there is no home
i could go back where i belong
if there was one but there is none
now i am weak and so forgotten
perhaps it is because i am rotten
so i kept on sniffing and treading
busy scratching i did not see it coming.
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