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A fusion of ink and lense.
Untold Matters
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Shells lay empty over yesterday’s news
No longer home to the white buds that reside within
The evidence of hunger’s quench for he that lacks an option
A rich man’s snack over beer, gluttonous and spoilt for choice
The struggling single mother’s daily toil; whose resulting income clothes and feeds her boys.
The school child’s reward for a kept promise; a moment of glory and a full belly.
Empty shells lay scattered evidence of many untold matters.
.R.i.O.
