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Aug 2013
eyes that look down ashamed     does her street corner know her name  
  a heart that cannot be tamed     steel bands on his wrists real or a game
beauty captured still, framed       con artist takes photos to a girls' shame

physically
are they seen or invisible
would you could you
love them
if a difference it would make
hold your hand out
reach for a chance to take
the hurt away
or hurry each day
no eye contact, the safer way
not knowing if you
have the strength to pray
as you enter the foray
of the Spiritual.


©DWE082013
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
539
   st64 and Nat Lipstadt
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