Swaziland
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I am greed, want.She is need, lack.
I am anger and frustration.She is hope, tenacity.
She is yellowamidst the grey that I'm become.
But I am success, money.And she is poverty, dust.
Their eyes, I can't seem to shake. Their eyes, they look with beauty and grace. Those smiles, that delicate innocence. That desperation, you can feel from a distance. The warmth of a heart.
