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Squalid Sonatas


On city streets the homeless lie

on cardboard sheets that bleed and cry.


The ravage of another life

engraved upon a weathered face

conceals their past success or strife,

happiness gone without a trace.


The passersby ignore the pleas

and help deny a moments ease.