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Sep 2017
Know
You'll never know
Wear
Wear a cloak
Hide
From the what you truly are
Scarred
That's why you don't need
The honey on the spoon
No umbrella for rain
Pour it on me
The water represents
Every missed swing
Tragedy wasn't a chapter
It was every word on the page
But once you took center stage
The play turned from sorrow
To a lovely display
Written by
Don kingsley  25/M/States
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