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Aug 2015
My shoes are scraped and scuffed,
But I'm still walking.
My voice is pained and gruff,
Yet I'm still talking.
My fear appears so tough,
But I'm not balking.
My love had never seemed enough,
So this is shocking.
I feel so blessed.
Each wound a test.
Please hear me knocking.
HRTsOnFyR
Written by
HRTsOnFyR  portland oregon
(portland oregon)   
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