He Never Sees
A Lament
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1 min readJan 2, 2018
To her, he is a loaf of bread,
Plus diapers, books, and bills;
To him, she is hot love in bed,
His fantasies fulfilled.
Devouring, devouring,
He feeds the silent screams;
Despite his stares, he never sees
Her beauty or her dreams.
Inspired by the intelligent, courageous, talented women — former prostitutes — I had the privilege of getting to know as a volunteer at The Well in Bangkok.
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