A concise piece of reality..
always,
to already a thousand
mornings
the air whacking my
face
reeks poverty.
I am compelled to breath.
Sound like a bad situation to be in. I feel for you. Is this a reflection of your neighborhood, or something larger,
hi Phil these are realities of life and there are no choices as to how we live ..its larger, yeah.
thank you for sharing your insights! ;-p
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