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Dec 2013
Back hunched,
he carried the weight of the world,
his rounded shoulders layered
with dust left by lavish cars.

Unshaved, unwashed, and unabashed-
he accepted the bag I handed him
and took my hand,
so small and clean within his.
He asked god to bless me-
Still so sure of his existence.
Emily
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