April 17, 2012
They see me
They look at each other
They laugh
I know I am there
They don’t

My silence couldn’t be broken
Sounds of the street cars go by
They sound is buried by night
The birds seem dead in the morning
I am as dead as a plant
I give no command to anyone
I am more passionate than others
Invisible things know me
I have undone deeds
I don’t even feel as if I am living
I am Homeless

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