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Random Unsorted Drafts / 9 March 2019

You would never find me; cup in hand,

Begging on a corner near your home,

You would find me two streets down,

Behind the wreck of an old car,

Beneath layers of old boxes,

The smiley face of Amazon; reminding you,

I once were; someone

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.