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Oct 2020
I sat with him
Until he told me his name
The place from where he came
We sat and we talked
His knees tucked to chin
Never once did he look at me
Never once did he sin
He just guided my hands
To the place he had been
He curled up my fist
And told me to aim
Strike hard and fast
Before they hurt you again
Written by
EMD
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