Shelter

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I struggle in the cold with little clothes to hold,

They said it would be sunny today but it seems to be raining for me,

I left without a care for hopes that felt rare,

A dark spot I now call bed is the only thing I don't share,

I wait to be spared from where I came,

Please save me before I shed a tear.

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