Second hand

Second hand

A Poem by william andrews

It is not the point
how many have dipped
into your well
of desperate dreams
it doesnt matter
how many have laid
close to your skin
the point is
would you
let one climb
under it
to feel
what one believes
within your fractured
fragmented
feelings
you shine
with all the things
that we need

© 2017 william andrews


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Added on February 9, 2017
Last Updated on February 9, 2017
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william andrews
william andrews

sami, Greece



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im just a sad old english man looking for another home for the words that i love They are words of sayings They are words of thoughts that i sometimes wish had never been born feedarea.. more..

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