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Today, she begged for me

to pray.

To lay my hands on the ground

off the wheel

and let the man take hold

the man she holds

all her bread for.

Bread of life that she

cherishes and will drop

the night and day for

the man she needs

to carve the path in her name.

I prefer warm bread

so we went to a bakery.

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