What is beautiful?


The smell of rice
with garlic black pepper and salt
some butter sure would hit the spot
I remember boiling water
The rust powder would settle
after cooling off
...it tastes like milk.

spiders everywhere...
   afraid to go to sleep
      and wake up

 Hungry most days...
    happy I had been
       introduced to the truth
          sad that it hurt so much

But I now appreciate kindness

 

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