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Words, towards a poem I have profited from them, quarter-hour wrenched From these hands, survivors of poverty Enter and exit, hope On the corridors of Earth From the charred tree of language From noplace to now-here Lost, between the good mornings and goodnights Words, as an umbilical cord with faith…
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