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Confraternity

by

Mira Minkova

Still there are people that sleep in the parks

People with shabby dreams. With souls as grey as ashes.

With numberless wounds on their lips. From dirty bread

And dirty words. And we are all born equal, brothers!

And Iím afraid that equal we die.

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