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Queen size


His queen size bed is the hard concrete we walk on His 100 percent cotton pillow is his right arm that he lays on His 1500 egyptian thread count sheets is the same clothes he had on for the past 3 weeks. His central air is whatever breeze blow through the city His next door neighbor is the world And its not letting him get any sleep So Just remember when you step on that concrete your stepping on someones queen size bed A place where a homeless person lays their head so he or she can get some rest.
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