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Apr 2020
Tears drying in the sun
Of what has begun
Thinking he was done
Selfish thoughts playing like reruns

Never seeing his knees
They've been wiped clean
As they press against the dirt
Debts released
With a one word plea,
Slavery.
Written by
Jena T  27/F
(27/F)   
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