on the fringe
wipe your feet
the mud has soaked your sole
step inside
and have a share of it
these gates were built to welcome strangers of the street
bodies young and old
melt each night in flames of freezing cold
weary loving's worth the hunger sold
step outside
and then
wipe your guilt
the rain will soak your soul
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