mohamedmahou2002
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Blind Spot A beggar, trained to stretch his thin open hand Like a sundial all the day long And to gaze in feigned shame at the ground, Wondering if it is fate or a man’s hate To live like a damned insect in a dump And be a shadow crawling in the dust. On... – *by Mohamed Mahou*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating
A Blind Spot A beggar, trained to stretch his thin open hand Like a sundial all the day long And to gaze in feigned shame at the ground, Wondering if it is fate or a man’s hate To live like a damned insect in a dump And be a shadow crawling in the dust. On... – *by Mohamed Mahou*	56 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

A beggar, trained to stretch his thin open hand
Like a sundial all the day long
And to gaze in feigned shame at the ground,
Wondering if it is fate or a man’s hate
To live like a damned insect in a dump
And be a shadow crawling in the dust.
On...

– by Mohamed Mahou

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