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Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Ain't
In a city's bakeshop
a little filthy child came
stood at my side
touched me, raised an open hand.
I spoke to her in silence
an imploring gaze was her response
so I gave to her the bread I bought
yet she raised another hand.
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