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Sitting alone under the stars humbled but free. Holding a cup to collect change for his music. He plays his guitar and writes poems on the sidewalk for all to see. A strange man quiet, dirty and hollow. The lights of the city reflect off of his dark eyes and greasy hair. Broken by the harsh world. Dirty and alone.





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