A man pulls bread out of his trouser pocket with a shaking hand
and throws it towards the pigeons
Sometimes I catch a glimpse
of all the sadness in the world
It's most unlike me to share just-written work, but sometimes I like to be unpredictable, even to myself. So, this is a poem I wrote earlier this evening.
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