A small token of kind
No life lived to find
Just the haunting of the eyes
A small touch
To ease thy pain
Possibly that of my own
A feast now for you and you alone
A reprieve of hunger
Though stay not meant to last
My heart to your eyes alone
That I might ease thy fast
Small waif my heart
Dirty no place to call home
Thy eyes haunt mine
My passage for you now hold
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