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id="49d8">They might seem odd to others, Things they could do without.</p><p id="8288">And so I don’t abandon you, As you take a human form, Even when that causes pain and keeps my torment raw.</p><p id="6aa5">No, I am not very wise and have no strength to reach that state.</p><p id="e66c">I’m too old in heart-broken.</p><p id="8d24">Too young and poor to seethe in hate.</p><p id="249f">© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.</p><div id="23d5" class="link-block"> <a href="http

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Scraps

Poetry of spiritual poverty

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I don’t want to lose the scraps I’ve been allowed.

They might seem odd to others, Things they could do without.

And so I don’t abandon you, As you take a human form, Even when that causes pain and keeps my torment raw.

No, I am not very wise and have no strength to reach that state.

I’m too old in heart-broken.

Too young and poor to seethe in hate.

© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.

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