he seeks hope in the places where people hide. on the benches, he pours his soul out To poems that tell of his story. under the midnight sky, his eyes gleam for the last tinge of happiness. BENEATH HIS BLANKETS, HIS HANDS SHIVER, SEARCHING FOR WARMTH. WALKING ON THE STREET, HE YEARNS FOR ESCAPE. and in himself, he finds PEACE.

 HE FINDS HIMSELF LOST IN A WORLD OF WHAT-IF'S AND HE'S NOT PLANNING ON FINDING A WAY OUT. HE LETS HIS HANDS HOVER OVER VULGAR GRAFFITI AND HE VANISHES INTO THIN AIR. HE GLIDES OVER THE CITY LIGHTS AND THE SLEEPY SOUNDS OF LOVE. HE LANDS ON A CHIMNEY WITH BRICK WALLS AND BEAUTY OOZING OUT OF THE SHAFT. HE CLIMBS IN AND FINDS NO ONE. HE'S ALWAYS BEEN TRICKED; AND ALWAYS FALLS INTO TRICKS. AND SOMEHOW, BECAUSE OF SOME TWISTED FATE, HE FALLS DEEPER

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