Nuggets of Poverty
A little can salvage for the
night,although tomorrow
is unknown,like a blank
page,awaiting to be
written again,the past as
memory,the present as a
storm in the dark, so
awaiting for the future to
unfold,and the pain to go
away as it comes.
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