Homeless In Cashmere

I’m homeless wearing cashmere, but hidden from view.

I use to be you.

My hand me downs, handed down by me.

I met this demon called life, you see.

I’ll get back to you somehow,

But I’ll walk in my cashmere for a while.

And play the game until you see.

You could be me.

Who knew?

You’re walking in cashmere, hidden from view.


Natalie Forbes, Laguna Beach

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