Rag Picker
The glimmering gold grabbed by a rag picker from garbage, Not knowing its value, throws it away. What can we do about it? The fate is all that would guide us all- rag pickers. PS:- I hope no one gets...
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‘conversation with you was like a drug it wasn’t your face so much as it was your words’ Lucinda Williams with light in my shadows and cuts soft through my circles you keep me from falling once again...
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