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Black Branches
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1d
He
He entered a filthy room,
placed a black *** on the fire,
satisfied his hunger,
lit a cigarette,
took off his rubber boots,
lay down on a mattress spread on planks,
turned on the radio,
opened a newspaper,
and felt helpless,
Tears welled up.
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