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New World Order

My hands are soft—
hold pieces of bread,
Lucy’s face as she sleeps,
curled on the sofa,
carry deep sadness,
the uncertainty of existence
in a hardened world.

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New World Order

My hands are soft—
hold pieces of bread,
Lucy’s face as she sleeps,
curled on the sofa,
carry deep sadness,
the uncertainty of existence
in a hardened world.

(157 Characters incl spaces)

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Critters

I hear the squeal of bats in the distance,
scold Lucy for chasing something
around the dark backyard,
rush her inside. A scared mother
has scented a warning.

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Circle

Count on one hand the ones
you can rely on,
that will not let you down.
No circle of friends exists.
Expectation and hurt
stays low.

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