![]() Clean handsA Poem by z.chéri![]() We are strong on our own.![]()
To be apart of someone's
story must be one of the most precious yet terrifying gifts of life. You don't know me because i never let you in. My soul was too unclean to let clean hands within. © 2018 z.chériAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorz.chériMelbourne, AustraliaAbout*used to be simple melody* ♡ 'The true poem rests between the words' ― Vanna Bonta more..Writing
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