STRUMMING MY FINGERS

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This will not do my little one,

Sitting on a razor blade

between hope and anguish!

Come let us see you my precious,

My special one,

We have walked hand in hand

In the forest of dreams,

You all full of questions

And I am slow of  answers.

Now you are slow to show,

And I am awash with questions.

Copyright Dale Beck 2018

 

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