stumble feet tripping, cracking ankes
breaking toes
lost in the shadows
pigions mutilated
electrocuted wired poking devices
no love
scrap for crumbs
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I am a giant
Looking up at me
No fear
They walk towards me
I feed them my potatoe chips
sometimes i see them dead
on the curbs from busses
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