
My soul has no other friend
but the Friend.
All my friends
are smoke in my chimney—
But you are a staple bread
in the mouth of the beggar.
Wherever the beggar’s soul is,
the cupboard becomes
a bakery.

My soul has no other friend
but the Friend.
All my friends
are smoke in my chimney—
But you are a staple bread
in the mouth of the beggar.
Wherever the beggar’s soul is,
the cupboard becomes
a bakery.
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