Looking beyond my ragged cloth
To the inner man within
Reaching for my hand,
Clotted red and sore
Calling it purity,
Despite the dreadful reality
Who are you that looks beyond?
A dirty shell wrapping a lost soul
Walking into my filthiness,
And yet, hugs warmly like a father
You read and understand,
The language of my tears
Speaking friendly unto my soul
Sparking a new flame in me
That I see light in my blindness
A future beyond stars
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