In My Scathing Hand...
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in my scathing hand i try to rehash my real life so the world has better view of evenhanded pain i stumble to dry out the fear of my friable eyes but the squalid in my back cannot retrieve itself century pass by the demure joy jug inside of me in the acme of misery i delve into to find my joy cry out and scream to appease and erase the pain but my climate i was living giving me another lesson scruple and frustrating to amplify the joy in my life but the writers said "there is no joy in this world" i bend and infect by the world mistery of gladness but no one seems has an answer for this adage on the way down to the waterfall in the river somebody hold my hand to pierce my soul with joy so i can discover the half-concealed joy in my heart to clutch the joy in my wholeness body and soul |
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