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5d
A child sleeps in neon static
his ribs spell passwords no one reads.
Coins blink on screens, not in palms.
A mother trades her breath for bandwidth.

They stitch worth in barcode veins,
souls archived in debt.

Yet
in the ruin’s hum,
a hand still reaches
not to take,
but to hold.
Brwa S Rasheed
Written by
Brwa S Rasheed  29/M/United Kingdom
(29/M/United Kingdom)   
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