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Apr 2015
The gift, the curse
The reason for life
It helps, it destroys
Just the same as a knife
We take it for granted
It's a wonderful thing
It never goes to waste
Like a beautiful ring
It taps on windows
It breaks down doors
It revives nature
But, that's what it's made for
If you ask yourself
What brings joy and pain?
My favorite thing in the world
The Rain
A poem I wrote about four years ago to my mother during church because I couldn't jam out in my head. Enjoy.
Justin Douglas Banks
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Justin Douglas Banks  28/M/Montana
(28/M/Montana)   
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