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SUPPORTED UPON
The womb of poverty
drove him on a bleak moon
the voice of a small boy shrill in silence
beyond his misery
the storm of wrath
smell the bed
that is hidden
savage man
under a banana tree
sleep Angeline
dipusaramu semayamkan restless
no more sorrow
no more injuries
God hugs you
intimate