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Nov 2014
The Claw
What am I now?
Shock! Guilt! Hope!
They, to me, are but distant glimmers of a forgotten past.
Idle grows my weary soul, darkness fills this claw of mine
The Retired Claw
#hope #grab #claw
Written by
Dave Zimmerman
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