He was lying on the
road among the beggers.
His blank eyes
A paaser-by asked
his name, sensing
his class- - - -
what's your address sir?
'S-i-r? No, no I'm not sir, brother,
father or anything.'
'What's your name?
N-a-m-e? What's name? '
'I'm a man, m-a-n! '
but, I can't spell, man.
His voice was broken
and replies are more broken.
Arriving at sunset point
he has lost his keys
of locked memory.
He was suffering from
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