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Calloused hands involve the end
of the day, slow, turn the dinner around
frugal, each serving himself
amidst murmurs
tied to the despair of hunger,
to the uncertainties of the name itself,
so dinner under cat meows.
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DeepL.com, Germany. March 2020
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