Lights resonate with the success in the eye
Of the blissfully ignorant passing by
Wearing their trendy, cosy, wholesome attire
Spending money in a playful transpire.
But what about the ones who are left behind
Slumped in the doorway with a coked-up mind?
Like a hunted, defenseless, ugly creature
Removed from the scene as an obscene feature?
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Author:
J P R (
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Comments1
Wow I really love this one
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