I'm sitting on the sidewalk.
Resting up against the cold, hard, concrete monster, that stands tall against the sky.
Shadows cast forever on to the street.
Darkness is bountiful.
Poverty is rich.
We share a smoke.
Whiskey wets our lips.
I'm engaged.
His dreadlocks rest against his most valuable, down possession.
Somehow, a smile rests upon his face.
Despite the condition, I wonder where he got it from.
Curiosity killed the can't, and I need to know.
Amidst all of it, where'd he pull it from?
I brought him food.
He brought me wisdom.
I wonder who's the beggar.
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