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The men of forgotten race

I belong to the men
of forgotten race.
the men who toiled
for a bread of
sweat and sun
In places less foot kept
descending, a dawn at a time 
travelled to attend the
unattended whispers 
of mourn and disbelief.

I belong to the men
of hard hearts.
who'd leave at
the alter with
the name called
with the one
etched within.
not with the eyes which caught in the
air of kisses and pecks.
                                               
I belong to the men 
of love and sensuality.
not that we speak of.
but of actions, of hopes
and of beliefs.






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