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Feb 2015
Tension in my tendons
My hands itch badly
My palms sweating profusely
I need to love you sadly
You leave me broken down
To wither in the wind
Eroding by myself
To conjure strength within
Your blow had took its tole
As man takes hands from thieves
Nobody taught me bout
The birds and buzzing bees
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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