The Concrete Plinth that I Stand on
In my days, I have heard of loud whispers and soft screams I have seen glum affluent men and happy poor souls My stomach long lost its appetite for “good” [...]
Hold my Hand
Lord, I come before your throne Ashamed of the sins I have committed I often doubt if I truly am your son I wonder how father and son could be of such [...]
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