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Letter 5
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Alison April 28,
1993 Plea The world
stretches across the floor like spilled water from
a dish, I shyly
tiptoe into the marble Pacific Ocean without a
single sail, Black
countries of stone
darken the landscape The
reflection of starving faces But, a
gold flicker of hope sways in the
breeze. And The
Humanitarian holds out his hand. |
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