I lived in the pocket of empathy…always wearing spectacles of sympathyI wore the clothes of a mother…as a child, and paid all bills like a fatherFrom the stone quarry to street hawkingFrom a maidservant to chop bar cleaningI did it all for sixty toes…without seeing foesI’m now at the point of solivance III choose meThe […]
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