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A New Breath
He flung the rope
over a branch of a tree
And fluttering down
came a few dead leaves
He watched them rest
upon the cold, crisp earth
And cursed his mother
For his wasted birth
This year of pandemic
Had him stripped to the bone
Made him jobless & useless
A bear in his home
Frustration begat anger
And anger begat fear
Unable to provide
For...
Friday 1st January 2021 1:24 pm
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