she needed the fare home, i gave her change.
the school girl bent level, gave her the note, touched
her and left.
sometimes
we look after our own.
she needed the fare home, i gave her change.
the school girl bent level, gave her the note, touched
her and left.
sometimes
we look after our own.
I am not a silent poet 
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