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Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

I stumbled around in darkness,

and I felt cold.

 

I had beaten the ones,

I cared for.

 

I had stolen from the ones

who wished me well.

 

I was evil and ugly,

and no woman would smile at me.

 

and I stared at my impure hands

and cried over my wasted life.

 

but the sun

scattered the grime on my face.

 

and I looked up,

and I saw, that I lived.