tell me when you need the hand
the voice of me the inner seed
tell me when your grip is weak
and you are slipping down
whisper that you need my truth
the one I bounce off other walls
the one I sing in darkened rooms
the web I weave to hold your slide
and I will hurry to your side
you know I will
as I abide
Sky
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
tell me when you need the hand
the voice of me the inner seed
tell me when your grip is weak
and you are slipping down
whisper that you need my truth
the one I bounce off other walls
the one I sing in darkened rooms
the web I weave to hold your slide
and I will hurry to your side
you know I will
as I abide
Sky
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68/F/British Columbia Canada
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
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