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Stranded


Our worries are nothing compared
to those stranded miles from home,

to those who are already hungry,
to those who are sick and alone.

Last night, you dreamt we both left you,
I dreamt my father was gone—

in the flat across the back alley,
a girl cries each morning at dawn.

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