SolidarityA Poem by Chilson, Joshua
Previous Version This is a previous version of Solidarity. I think to stop, stay awhile, this world rotating, spins like a top, Watching hands link, as gas canisters leak, an aftermath, we still rise. To stand, to fall, and like fruit, we bruise.
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StatsAuthorChilson, JoshuaCarlisle, PAAboutI write poetry from life experience, though most won't seem that way as I never get into specifics to the events that bring about my work. I'm a silent individual for the most part which doesn't ma.. more..Writing
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