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I hold your hand firm

Walking through the traffic of people

Who may hurt you, I grip tighter

The sun’s deadly rays touch your body

White clothing covers your pale body

The black hair on your head

You’re the angel everyone would want to hold

But your mine...

Blood stains over your clothes burns my eyes

Hate soars through me

They won’t touch you

They told me

But look at you know, blood stains over you...

My eyes shoot open

My heart racing the horse of hate...

Your unborn love shines over me

The image of your small body against me

Warms my heart

Your smile awaits me

For I am still a child

Hoping upon you...

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Very different i think... nice write.

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A Book About The Underside Of A Foot Of A Giant Walking Through A Small Rural Town – Poets Journal

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