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[littleredcrayon]

I found this scribbled down on the back
of some shitty drawing i once did.
I have no idea when i wrote this:

Once i met a man
Whose shadow told a tale of defeat
Disassembled and kicked out
On the Street without a home
Solitude his only aliby
I could not stand by to see
compassion waste away in his soul
His blood contains his character
And Drains with passing days
And as the ocean waves ripple
As they pass away
His tender body sways
As he staggers through the streets