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The Hunger
Are you hungry?” I asked
an old homeless man.
“Hungry for what?”
He questioned back.
I did not know the right
answer to his question.
So I walked away, head down,
ashamed of my cowardice.
We always walk away...
an old homeless man.
“Hungry for what?”
He questioned back.
I did not know the right
answer to his question.
So I walked away, head down,
ashamed of my cowardice.
We always walk away...
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The Hunger
The Hunger