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grandpa

To the world, he was another male

but only if you could see his eyes, they told another tale

he stood up when no one did

was being judged and trenched

those days buried his soul

they drank it like another soup bowl

if we could see the fumes bring out the heat

he brought out to feed

 the poor minds who were in need

only satiated his greed

were the only people who were ...

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