The Black & White Poet

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dysfunctional

Like an illiterate poet-
My crippled hands
Are profitless to the soul.
I gain nothing-
Being so mute.

God, you're not with me…
Yet you're with me…
Where do I step next?
Step with me.

~DaYnA e.
8/16-17/04

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