I’ve been out in the cold


Not knowing the forecast

Waiting for sun


And I know the sting of the wind

Face ruddy

Body beaten

Where’s my overcoat

The one I had as a kid

It buttoned up

Protected me

And now I am naked

I will always be naked

Truth is a slap in the face

A wake up call



I’m alive

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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