Hobo+Poema

She's got all the neighbors talkin' of their pity, disgust and gossipy needs. Little //baraby// of the block? Yeah yeah, she'll prove em wrong. She keeps that optimism. She'll struggle to maintain it. She's got a time limit she knows, but she'll wait for his return nonetheless. She's got a lot of hope even when the mailbox stays empty. She's got more to carry than any of us, a heavier burden. She's got a growing waistline, that doesn't match her naive demeanor. Her home is empty but the floors will always gleam. She's looking for consolation, someone to talk to.
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