in
the silvergrey afternoon in the
last
year of freedom had a
reason
to love you and my hands on
fire
my teeth filed down to
points
had a photograph of god
had
his address his number and all of
those
children starving in the
streets
w/ their bright
shiny
tears
all
of those days spent waiting
for
the phone to ring
digging
holes to
bury
the unwanted dead
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