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Sep 2015
I lean on many crutches
the ones I have to accept
otherwise I could not stand
-when a storm comes knocking
so I tape them to my hands
they are no hindrance to
my aspiration , indeed
in that ironic state I found
freedom calling out loud
Written by
nivek
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