A Prayer...
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Bad boy,
I tell the god
like a small child
who tells the stone
s/he is tripped against.
In no time i smile
like the little one on
spotting a colorful butterfly
or a puppy or a kitten
with wetness hanging
on the eye corners
and damp scars on the cheeks...
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