Does the universe really have a soul?
When an unwed mother of a four year old,
Sleeps un-sheltered in the February cold,
While men stare, some young some old,
And winter chills her frail young bones.
Stares feel like jagged stones.
Does the universe really have a soul?
When an unwed mother of a four year old,
Sleeps un-sheltered in the February cold,
While men stare, some young some old,
And winter chills her frail young bones.
Stares feel like jagged stones.
Does the universe really have a soul?
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And you know what - sometimes even people don't.
Always.