We walked along and he was there, his clothes were worn and frayed.
He had silver and gold in his beard and on the concrete there he laid.

I looked him in the eyes, those eyes were dark and deep.
I wondered what was left of him and knew it was beneath;

Beneath the cold the lonely, below the aching teeth.
Somewhere this man was whole.

Beneath he was complete.


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