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gravity always wins
I'm a hunk of concrete sinking into the mud of deceit.
would you save my seat
at the table of belief?
I don't have any preferences
I don't care what I eat.
would you save my seat
at the table of belief?
I don't have any preferences
I don't care what I eat.
Published 31st May 2020
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31st May 2020 4:37pm
Steveny, this piece actually conjured in me profound emotion. I am touched by this plea,
"would you save my seat
at the table of belief?"
You'll always have a seat here with fellow poets 😘
"would you save my seat
at the table of belief?"
You'll always have a seat here with fellow poets 😘
31st May 2020 7:19pm
1st Jun 2020 8:04pm
Great poem. Keep on writing. We are all welcome here o this websites with our felloiw poets.
