Today is night. You sleep, you sleep.
Dreams are folow me and seing go home.
But where is home?
On this bench?
Or this street?
Or where is no rooftop.?
My heart crying to seeing place that I call home.
No rain on my eyes, no cold on my skin and not a bed where people steering at me.
But where is home.
Somewhere where I can’t live
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