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I awake to my alarm another day of work lies ahead I begin to creep out of bed and hear your quiet morning voice Asking me for coffee half asleep, I don’t hesitate
Sometimes words can be tossed,   Their actual meanings lost.      Sometimes words are hand selected,  
The boy who was made of bones The boy who never stopped sweltering The boy who had no clothes The boy who only scavenged The boy who only knew sorrow The boy who lost a family...  
As we were walking she started talking  caught me off guard started asking me questions and the questions were hard I could tell she was scarred  by the way that she asked 
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