coins dripping off gracious fingertips,
whilst mist sneaked out of my cold-blue lips
all my clothes on my back,
all my food balanced on my lap.
only a lighter keeping me warm—
praying to god that there wont be a storm
kids being rushed away,
all i want is somewhere to stay.
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POETRY
Poetrya lot of poems i spend my free time writing, xoxo. (lowercase intended) ©raining-
