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Aug 2016
His hands were to be strong enough to carry us both
But how bruised and battered were his hands
How broken were his fingers
And where were his nails?

But he was told he needed to be stronger,  
To carry me even when his hands were broken
But they forgot I could walk
And I could lift him with me
TWOAAC
Heliza Rose
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Heliza Rose  The Seven Seas
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