Food for thought
Food for thought
I gave thought to the outfit that was developing or what
was left underneath to be exposed to
erosion.
If emptiness is the antonym for full, that I guess
I am starving,
If being lost is and always will be
not found
I’m homeless, you will have to
excuse my
pardon.
For the no clothes, bare feet, and the no place to rest my head
or the fact that I need a washing, and if someone could spare it, Id
take some
water and bread...
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