This year,
My dear.
This one will be hard to bear.
Your shoulders will crack
And heave with
This weight you carry
But whilst your shoulders crack
And your knees strain
The words
These words you scream at the wind.
These words will become your home.
You're home, my dear.
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Poetry Over The Years
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