ControlA Poem by alastair
i could tell you were hurting but i didn't ask
i could see the pain in your eyes but i kept my shoulder to myself am i allowed to ask, am i allowed to offer where is the line? where do you permit me to cross?
© 2015 alastair |
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Added on April 20, 2015 Last Updated on April 20, 2015 Author
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