Not a gram of pity.
ToDay I went to market without a gram of pity,
To say I sympathise with those legless people hands to the sun...
A lie, not a penny in my entry. Not a moment to sing their lament.
Not a line between our eyes, as my troubles told me they were bigger.
(the very tribe of her)
I read the thread.
I read the read(past).
I´m taken by her motion.
Her emotion fled.
I´m butchered by the very tribe of her.
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