Bravehearts.

Bravehearts.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Bravehearts.
I never did understand you,
you dog eared our page
only to burn our book,
but I understood the release.
Freedom!

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 27, 2016
Last Updated on November 27, 2016

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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