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Vacuity

There's a bunch of queens
Walking, laughing 
Like they own the street
Looking down at a homeless man
Who's finally fallen asleep 
After a night in the rain, the cold
And a lot of drinking
I look at them and I look at him
Wondering 
What are the things he dreams
He has nothing
Us, everything 
I look at them and I look at him
Wondering 
Why patience and empathy
Are missing

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