Clean handsA Poem by z.chériWe are strong on our own.
To be apart of someone's
story must be one of the most precious yet terrifying gifts of life. You don't know me because i never let you in. My soul was too unclean to let clean hands within. © 2018 z.chériAuthor's Note
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