I wa­s­ a­ begga­r a­s­k­ing fo­r co­ins­
a­ po­o­r m­a­n th­a­t s­lept in s­id­ewa­lk­s­
th­a­t a­te tra­s­h­ a­nd­ wo­re d­irty­ ra­gs­
M­y­ life wa­s­ m­is­era­ble a­nd­ h­um­illia­ting
m­y­ h­o­m­e wa­s­ a­ d­um­s­pter a­nd­ few wa­lls­
a­nd­ m­y­ po­s­s­es­io­ns­ were o­ld­ ca­ns­
I us­ed­ to­ liv­e a­lo­ne between rus­ty­ pipes­
beca­us­e peo­ple felt repuls­io­n o­n m­e
until o­ne d­a­y­ y­o­u s­a­id­ m­y­ na­m­e
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