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Rare Species On the cold floor he lies, with only a rugged sack as his cover, his head is so close to the road, that passing cars can easily crash it, nobody in the busy crowd pays attention, After all it is a normal situation. From the smelly pits he eats, digging deeper into the trash, munching anything that looks foodish, without caring what the world, might see or speak of him, After all nobody gives a damn. On the bottle of death he sneezes, breathing in strong shoe-glue fumes, it is only through that way, that his mind will forget to wander, and his stomach will stop to roar, After all the bottle is his only buddy. In the lonely streets he roams, avoiding congested and crowded places, where people move aside to avoid him, and point fingers at him in disgust, but he does not even care, After all his species is rare. *FBIB*
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 21:46:22 +0000

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