Who lacks bread.


No bread

And a heart

Like stone

And two hands

Like a mother’s

But a mouth


Of love.

All these things

Make up

My face

And hair

And hands.

And all

These things

Can eat the

Edges and innards

Of a weary soul

Unless that soul



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