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this is my last night
for the season - tomorrow
I am the problem
40
in the dark there are
no faces - in the day we
still do not see them
41
we sign up for a
volunteers' lunch - will they serve
us at the dumpster
42
small crowd tonight - the
warm spring air smells of freedom
and we offer chains
43
it is 2 am and
we are breaking the rules - there
is room at the inn
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you thank me for this
late night simple sandwich - your
gratitude shames me
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