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Human
Where we formed
now there rips a ribbon of pain
strange and unearthly
beyond predictability
buried in your belly
that hurt you carry
And humanness was your gift to me
how I gladly repay
in any way I can
If it’s a hand you need to hold
if it’s someone to hear you cry
I will be there for you
in any way I can
These solutions
so invasive
taking you apart
they take away a part of...
Tuesday 17th March 2015 10:28 am
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