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Homeless man

I tried to quickly pass

in order to avoid the wreckage

You were shipwrecked outside a grocery store

washed up, delivered by a sudden squall

You sat atop a dirty crumpled duffle

I met your sullen, soulful eyes

they spoke harsh truths, not denied

I gave you groceries, you reached for my hand,

thinking me your mother, your sister, a friend

Leaving I turned to see your face

my heart dropped anchor,

sunk by such weight

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