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stood on side of road. went business , no 1 paid attention. wandered along, smoking bright yellow cigarette dangled mouth. never spoke because no 1 ever answered.
saw him once, standing on street corner, looking @ ground. brushed him , fell over. took long time kept walking on bright orange feet. sad little figure, bright , unnoticeable. ignored, pushed aside busy people blocked him sight. had nothing , no go.
tried speaking him once. asked him name. looked @ me strange wide eyes , sigh sounded whisper in storm, plodded on. never saw him again, suppose had gone somewhere else, somewhere noticed. somewhere follow people lives. ever silent presence wants acknowledged.
now, stands next broken people in alleyways. people toss them coins of sympathy come fat righteous wallets. resent company dare not push him away. how they, when quiet , helpless. never hurt them, dull ache gradually chokes hearts. tear falls child. loneliness.
he stood on side of road. went business , no 1 paid attention. wandered along, smoking bright yellow cigarette dangled mouth. never spoke because no 1 ever answered. saw him once, standing on street corner, looking @ ground. brushed...
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