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#sundaypoetry - Layover
- Jaye Benoit
- Feb 12, 2017
- 1 min read
These days
walk by as a man
stripped of comforts,
worked to bone,
then ash, blown by the wind.
She hides from them,
from him,
under covers and ashamed
at her lack of gratitude
for this life
she cannot bear.
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