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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

When I need a hand,

when the dark sky hangs heavy,

hand grasps at nothing.

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I like the desperation in this. Very good. You get the point across in a lovely descriptive way. I enjoyed reading this.

I have mixed emotions about accepting praise for a pathos of desperation... but, thanks! :-)

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Added on October 8, 2013
Last Updated on October 8, 2013

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