Threadsbare
Clothing is not optional in the desert it is MUST HAVE. Nothing can be worse to eye than the remembrance of seeing the poor man standing in the landscaping near the real cactus there his feet darkened blackened by the layers of dirt upon his skein skin or Nordic Skien Skin perhaps a snow bird come to southern clime. Eye asked him let me help his hard heart spoke me away he was all no was all he said then it was get away from me and then it was leave me all alone and so eye went. Charlax wept. Eye did not cry for him for self had tried to help someone but failed yet not my fault eye could not help so hard a heart threadsbare perhaps insane with larger mental problems then my own. His job description defies analysis he carries bags of trash and slips the cracks of society shadow places on the street. People look away from where we meet from such as he and eye compete ignored we pause as eye believe it helped my softer heart to try eye cry and weep now no avail the vail in place he weeps alone and as he tries to cry no one hears threadsbare.
Clothing is not optional in the desert it is MUST HAVE. Nothing can be worse to eye than the remembrance of seeing the poor man standing in the landscaping near the real cactus there his feet darkened blackened by the layers of dirt upon his skein skin or Nordic Skien Skin perhaps a snow bird come to southern clime. Eye asked him let me help his hard heart spoke me away he was all no was all he said then it was get away from me and then it was leave me all alone and so eye went. Charlax wept. Eye did not cry for him for self had tried to help someone but failed yet not my fault eye could not help so hard a heart threadsbare perhaps insane with larger mental problems then my own. His job description defies analysis he carries bags of trash and slips the cracks of society shadow places on the street. People look away from where we meet from such as he and eye compete ignored we pause as eye believe it helped my softer heart to try eye cry and weep now no avail the vail in place he weeps alone and as he tries to cry no one hears threadsbare.
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