Mother said I can give without hurting myself
so when my friend fell into the season's first puddle
I gave him my jumper and marched in the rain
later, the smell of food made my colleague hungry
so I split my sandwich
then filled my stomach with rain water to quiet
afterwards, lipstick pens, coins, and time flew
I handed over to my friends some things I didn't have myself
saved them the foul rush of fortune
one day, over coffee I donated
a portion of my heart to a boy
who turned man when I touched him,
boy by shadow-fall, he turned the turnstiles on the future
when I saw the girl who tortured the days
A hug was all I possessed, my enemy received
on her way to the toilet a wish for happier days
Mother said I can give without hurting
if I knew how to give myself
what I easily lose for others.
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