Pauper Reborn
The cold nights in his delving and
the ill fated breath of deathness
the pitty and the brown penny coins
of longing solitude and salary
the smoke the filtering of the city's lungs
patched up spots and
grimey illaminate shine
the laughter the death the
dissapearing and swimming of the soul
higher classes clash spit and
shine of those boots
air lingers cold those
blackened fingers snap a meager biscuit
hollowness of shallowness
death not be remembered
though shall it be refused
for it ceased to be heared
know fear shall balance the weight
of falling on gutter times
breathing in the last supper of air
and remembering times before
cast a wave of wind into the black sky
and be reborn like jesus
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