23 August, 2005


Night skies of grey surround me.
Chills freeze me to my bone.
Here I am just wishing for some place to call my home.
Still I lay upon the ground and my teeth chattering endlessly
In tongues I don't understand and the cold night air flows over me.
This cardboard layered thick.
My mattress, makes a softer ground
My shoes are my pillow because thieves don't make a sound.
My home should be a place of rest and shelter from the storm.
A place from cold night airs.
Somewhere to keep me warm.
Somewhere to keep me warm

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