Sunday, January 28, 2018

verbatim

WHEN STOOD
HANDS
KNEW LITTLE

 it was calm 
heavy and thrashing

 I asked them
where you come from

 some replied
others stoic

 I was alone

 still a hope
hope your being

 thats I stood for

 I ask

 verbatim
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