The Better Man

I saw the man

Cry out for help,

As I quickly

Walked away.

I had no time,

For such a fool:

A peasant to

Waste my day.

I left him there,

Crying in agony,

As the sky made

Things wetter.

As I left him there,

In pain alone,

I reassured myself

That I was better.

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The Better Man Is Often Hard To See

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