Thursday, March 23, 2017

As I Went Sorting Myself Out Comments

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As I went sorting myself out, I met them all,
black-robed and grave, with purple on display at stalls:
they would push me on with hope on their brows,
light my way forward with words, their hands and eyes
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Sibghatullah Khan
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