Jul 2020
A child beggar sitting in the dirt of Guatemala
once asked me for a meal
and for salvation
and still the rain poured down
I split myself
widening the distance
between the warm and the cold
once asked me for a meal
and for salvation
and still the rain poured down
I split myself
widening the distance
between the warm and the cold
(M/Pelada)
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