Homeless people don't have possessions.
Guess that's why they fill, their stolen
carts ; with paper , dirty trash and empty crates...
Life
move , breathe, exist
Life a broken down
vessel raining down on
memories, the mirror
of peace...
Saw the homeless ..woman I mean to give..
💰 to....but can't without making a scene...
maybe next time ..it will be...
Thought: what is it about life...peoole
cling to...as long as they can...when some would ask...why ...what really is life...
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