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Jun 2019
Send me your breaths
and I'll show you your bent
relieve yourself
whenever you can, of course
but point out the real names
if your enemies
and your new interests
and I'll show you
and unopened can
of beans to eat
when your desperately poor,
hungry, and in the street.
Show me your words,
your temperament,
and I'll show you, maybe
a derelict or
two that's or that are
as good as you.
Written by
Charles Sturies
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