Godność

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The whispers rustle
past my sullen trees,
reminding me of things
I’d forget but’ve seen.

Voices of ones I met,
inspiring guilt inside
of me for the simple
truth that I could leave.

Whispers to screams
reminding me that there’s
a place where they trade
in flesh and dignity.

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