taking fists from the chilly morning,
and i have seen many a people,
but none like the awakening faces,
that i met on my way to the farm,
and i saw innocence,
bred in unwashed faces,
unbrushed teeth that spoke of hope,
for the day that was opening,
and i took time to watch,
armed with a cigarette,
and as the flame met the tip,
i saw life in another dimension,
of friends that you think are close,
and the same table you dine with,
but deep in they are lying beasts,
that smile at your face,
and snitch when you turn,
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