Little Gingerbread

by ddavidd   Jan 24, 2019


She cried for a little gingerbread
because its arm was missing.
Though she bought it regardless,
with her heart
of gold
and eyes
of rains:

A human touch
in the world of inhumane humans
that turns inhuman,
to human,
by heart cloning
the missing limbs.

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