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He walks at home in the streets alone a lone light Glimmers as his day starts to fade a satchel for his car and a lighter for his fuel he drifts off into another star evening The man no more than six feet his stories hold more length than he stories of the road the rebels the rum all that now leads to his body forever numb the sidewalk he says is his closest friend it will hold him up when he stands and lets him rest his weary hands He doesn't need much not a job not a hand not a touch but this man indeed needs people of Kindness instead of a crutch The hopes for a future or another day to pass by where life moves his way and never leaves him dry The man will move on though never seeing the day still looking for what he loves but that love will never come his way.