#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness.
And I wanted to hold,
My life so I sold,
My honesty coz once I have been told,
That even though there are impurities in the air,
still I have to breathe by being bold.
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