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Work.
A foreboding
I smelled but a leak
The flood waiting for me
To peak
With trust
And open mind
Slammed from behind
... where you caught me
I cried like a child
For I could but stand
Tall enough to reach your knees
I grieved on the road
Leading the way home
Defeated
Left drained and empty.
I smelled but a leak
The flood waiting for me
To peak
With trust
And open mind
Slammed from behind
... where you caught me
I cried like a child
For I could but stand
Tall enough to reach your knees
I grieved on the road
Leading the way home
Defeated
Left drained and empty.
Published 20th May 2020
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