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So I’m walking around far too late at night, I would say that it was cold, but it wouldn’t be true. I run my fingers through my hair, it’s far too short these days, but then again things have changed haven’t they? It’s been too cold lately; I wish I had a jacket to hold. As I’m walking I see a mangy dog run across the street, we catch eyes as he runs past. I want to tell him I know what its like. My hair is gone too, I haven’t slept in a while, I got nowhere to go and I’m just as hungry as you…but a glance will have to do. After a while I decide to sit down on a bench built into the sidewalk. The light post behind me is humming loudly telling me that light isn’t free, I tell it “it should be” and try to ignore the incessant noise. As I gaze down at the sidewalk I see that someone has carved something into the cement just below the bench. My shadow doesn’t like where it’s fallen and decides to walk away; I follow. A man sitting on the sidewalk asks me if I have some change, I say “I most certainly do but I promise it’s nothing you’ll want.” He tells me anything will help, I respond that if that was true people wouldn’t need to carve names into the sidewalk and I keep walking. The nights around here aren’t quite the same anymore, I want to get out of this town and see where all the stars have gone to. I’m sure my gal hasn’t stuck around here for as long as I have, or if she has she wants to get out just as bad…but I suppose ill just have to wait and see. I look down the street to see that my mangy friend has found himself gagging on the side of the street. He tells me he just wants someone to hold him and tell him it will be ok, I tell him you gotta be throwing up love into lonely gutters with no one to hold your hand before you realize its time to move.