A short cut cut short a long time ago when men thought little and answered much in hot grunts and women thought long and cold on how to smile at that when strength was measured in numbers and the numbers never added up because those who kept count had lost their minds their abacuses silenced no clicks no clacks their hunger erased by long cuts of marinated meat too bold to bare but who are we to care or judge those whose feet are bare and souls unworn. Their lives cut short by their short cuts.
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