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| We lose ourselves, Belinda. |
We lose
ourselves
On the streets,
everyday a lesson.
Thanking God
wake up safe next day.
To the Centres
to find help, hot food and
A smile, knowing
we're not alone out there
Hoping this is going
to be the day life changes
Find a hostel,
or a safe place
In the ocean of
your love.
Belinda
Poem from The Homeless Library, the first history of British homelessness. Told through poems, interviews, artworks and handmade books.
A documentary film about the project can be found here.
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