

Poverty's eyes.I wiped the semi-frozen goop that clang to my upper lip. It's cold, throat wrenching, ball clinging cold. My chapped lips part and take in a thick lump of Sin city air. Welcome to the city of fear, welcome to the city of proud sinners, healing killers and honorable thieves. Welcome to the city of truthful deceit. I thought of my crew, no not my crew. They're my family, my brothers and sisters. I thought of them dreaming the chilled nights away in an old theater. I thought of thick blankets and coats covering warm bodies. &nbPoverty's eyes.
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