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there is poverty in the smell of *** a hidden guilt: shame. ***** towels 10 rupee soap. tissues in the trashcan. we cannot afford the sterilization of intimacy. cannot clean nor claim our space. roam room to room; poverty to poverty. carrying our stench and shame.
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC
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there is poverty in the smell of *** a hidden guilt: shame. ***** towels 10 rupee soap. tissues in the trashcan. we cannot afford the sterilization of intimacy. cannot clean nor claim our space. roam room to room; poverty to poverty. carrying our stench and shame.
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC
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