Posts by Anita Tattersfield
On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you
On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble, May the clay dance To balance you. And when your eyes Freeze behind The grey win...
On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble, May the clay dance To balance you. And when your eyes Freeze behind The grey win...
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