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Apr 2019
take my hand
and walk with me
through the dark
path is clouded
and my feet
are bleeding
and i push myself
to move
further down
the road
and i trust
that trees will bloom
the sky above my head
will turn blue
i do
Written by
k  London
(London)   
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     ---, Harper and A Slow Heyoka
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