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Present To Sharpen
Through the good times and bad,
I held onto my anger
Either happy or sad,
it was never a stranger
Beginning unto end,
it would surface quite often
Past and future beguiled
-the present to sharpen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)
I held onto my anger
Either happy or sad,
it was never a stranger
Beginning unto end,
it would surface quite often
Past and future beguiled
-the present to sharpen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)
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Present To Sharpen
Present To Sharpen