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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Dalits

He has a ten foot perimeter. 
A shower wasn't a choice. 

He dragged glancing stares.
As people turn away.

Sickly throat.
Matted hair.
Broken mind
Man's despair.

No one close.
To disgust.
To find.
No help.

He found a box.
Then named John Doe.

Find restful peace.
In life you never came to know.

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