About Hope
I know a boy
with a dent in his head...
it must have happened
when his mother got mad.
"Women", he sneers,
even though he's now older...
then timidly places
his hand on my shoulder.
I know a boy
with a dent in his head...
it must have happened
when his mother got mad.
"Women", he sneers,
even though he's now older...
then timidly places
his hand on my shoulder.
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