Gingerbread

by BOB GALLO   Jan 23, 2022


She cried for a little gingerbread,
its arm was missing.

Though
she bought it regardless,
with her heart of gold
and the eyes of raining skies.

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

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