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Jun 2014
I'm inclined to take your hand
and pull you from the fire.
God designed a puppet stand
and hung us from a wire.

Set upon a canopy
of green, for dark we wait.
Lips are parted manually
by hands on arms of fate.

Literal and lyrical,
the rules of love are few.
Finding you was spiritual;
my love, I'm coming through.
From a few years ago And although I believe wholeheartedly in stepping away from the past, artistically speaking, I just couldn't not upload this.
Robert Joseph Hoffman Jr
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Robert Joseph Hoffman Jr  Williams
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