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Reflections......
I strive for much,
Yet, I walk with this crutch.
Each day I live in pain,
As my cloud proceeds with it's daily rain.
I yearn for his touch.
Has he ever heard of such?
While I look for a vein,
I hear water dripping down the drain.
My arm, I do clutch.
I'm ready, so come hit me up.
Yet, I walk with this crutch.
Each day I live in pain,
As my cloud proceeds with it's daily rain.
I yearn for his touch.
Has he ever heard of such?
While I look for a vein,
I hear water dripping down the drain.
My arm, I do clutch.
I'm ready, so come hit me up.
Published 8th Jun 2013
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