dear life 63
dear life,
for weeks, a guy sleeping underneath cartons and blankets filled with holes was the familiar scene of the pedestrian crossover i took to work. today, as i rushed over the noises of the city life, i paused for a moment as i noticed his empty corner. today i missed him being there. how do i know, maybe it was a she?
for weeks, a guy sleeping underneath cartons and blankets filled with holes was the familiar scene of the pedestrian crossover i took to work. today, as i rushed over the noises of the city life, i paused for a moment as i noticed his empty corner. today i missed him being there. how do i know, maybe it was a she?
posted by friend @ 1:40 AM
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