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Sleep but do not rest
Wake unable to breathe
Laugh, but it cannot ease the fear
That holds on to our hearts

Bodies so tired from sleeping rough
Night after night in the cold
The mud and the rain
Soaks into our very bones

Moving always moving
Trying to keep ahead
Of the coppers and the squatters
Who curse our names

We pray sometimes
Though it is hard not to think
That our God has forsaken us
But we have faith

In my pocket I carry
both bible and poison
By this end purgatory waits
I will not hang – God forgive me.

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