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May 8
The swing creaks.
A dark-skinned man
sways his daughters on it,
with those same hands
that have carried a ***.

Behind them there is a wall,
where the only white kids of the neighborhood
swing on its painted bricks.
Written by
Izan Almira  15/M/Spain
(15/M/Spain)   
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