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Soaked in our roots.
We all know
how deeply you go
How can I be blamed
once hearing your truths?
In presuming that you knew;
how I felt, what I thought?
Take me to that place
with words made from whispers
to echoes, so strong.
I'll take you there once you listen...
and then you're gone.
let's make them listen.
- by FatherGeorge |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/09/2013 |
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- Title: Trips
- Artist: FatherGeorge
- Description: I won't say what this poem is about, but comment or PM on your interpretations.
- Date: 06/09/2013
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