Lost Girl

I am just a lost girl

I circle the same forest path

I carry the same tattered knapsack

filled to the brim with rocks

each looking like loaves of bread

but turning to bibles in the hand

to remind me why I’m starving

each fiending for a sinless grasp

aiming for the bullseyes

that mark my leper’s soul

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