May 2015
Our arms swung out
Like gills breathing.
We lived for our sucess with numbers and
We faced our bully's wet white hands.
Our river! You gave you gave
And we always came.
Like gills breathing.
We lived for our sucess with numbers and
We faced our bully's wet white hands.
Our river! You gave you gave
And we always came.
(Tacoma, washington)
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