I got it

Walking past 
the hobos 
(neither fast 
nor slow)
I felt their eyes 
paw
and prise
at what they saw. 
Unable to keep 
the fearful leers 
from seeping through, 
jeers 
marking my tearful trail 
unintact, I found
a torn veil — 
Crowned
with shame,
I lost
a name:
and damned the cost.


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