Apr 2015
She holds me if I stumble,
pieces me together
when I start to crumble,
talks to me,
makes me see
that impossibility is
possibly,
possible,
when I try.
pieces me together
when I start to crumble,
talks to me,
makes me see
that impossibility is
possibly,
possible,
when I try.
(68/Here and now)
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