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Dear crumb, dear lone
Seed of the tattered streets,
Your shadows faint with grief
Not the procession of suns

Dear crumb, dear harvester
Of dust, strange human reins
Expunge your path…
Will human sweat suffice?

Dear crumb, dear womb
Of a world’s cold glance,
Your dirge is feast for birds
Not dance for feet of men

Dear crumb, dear hollow
Forager of the night,
Let the cruel seep of light
Adorn your blistered belly

I shall wait for you on the dawn,
With bread and wine on both hands –
Perhaps you will emerge without a belly
Or without a hunger!

Dear crumb, idol worship hope,
Spirits of tonight
Heat up my soul.

Dear crumb, sirens don’t bite
Rivers never cry,
Hungary skeleton anticipate
To take a stroll into the spirit life.

Dear crumb, love isn’t equal,
I hate a little liquor
I love my meat semi raw,
Old age is safer for
A poor.

Dear Crumb, dear denier,
Life beats to his tongue
Advise like ice, melts before my
Eyes.

Dear crumb, dear loamy
Ancient harvester become lonely,
See my palm, map to glory.
Suffering for free,
Who says birds don’t fly
When the sun is asleep?

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