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You slip your shoulders down

But will never be as low as mine

And leave your opulence hanging freely

Your kindness, rear faced, now high upon a peg

Waits for acceptance from my shadowed spine

Forgotten suedes softer than bread and honey

your lightly cast off coat taxes me heavily

with its empty pockets, unto my poverty.

Help me.

Help me properly.

To find a postcode with a roof,

A contactless card and a job

I shrug your leftovers on.

I am a fallen sheep

stuck in a sodden fleece.