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Imagine Being Me | A Poem by Chris Byrne

Lost and alone
No one to turn to
Homeless, on the Street
An abundance of
Friends, acquaintances
Came and went
Old haunts became
Mere streets,
Cities became blurred
Lost in a haze
Hostels became one
Unloved, always seen,
Yet never looked
Upon.

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