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Sep 2012
Legs arms.
hands are light.
feet so heavy.
treading on with hands held high.
feet like anchors holding me down.
i cant move.
anywhere.
but my everlifting hands reach the sky.
even though motion is limited.
my hands can be a radiant light.
to not the ones that deserve it.
but the ones that need it.
DouglasJamesCrafton
Written by
DouglasJamesCrafton  St. Helens, Oregon
(St. Helens, Oregon)   
593
   Andy Cave
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