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The shadow child crawls upon earthen floor
Throwing long shadows on the sun baked walls.
The shadow child crawls near a broken down door
Under a thatched roof as the darkness falls

Shadow mother cooks dried fish and rice.
Smokes puff through thatch like shadows in those void.
Shadow kids eat 'em all, (yet) hunger never dies.

The shadow mother gets  salt and mango seeds.

In the twilight those shadow children crawl.
Look... A long coat clad shadow approaches them.
Their lanterns burn slow...fuel oil runs too low.
He takes their lanterns...goes back the way he had come.

As he takes their lanterns far and farther,
Look... Their shadows grow larger and larger. 

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