Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Tough and Gentle
He is sitting there, no light in his eyes Who stole it or did he sell it to the man living on the border line by the river Diablo? That tall man with the crooked conscience who will never learn how to live true… It's sad when you really think about it but who has time or energy to think anymore.
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2018 at 09:53AM,
Freddy Zalta,
gentle,
life,
love,
October 17,
punch in the face,
rough,
Some Poetry,
tough
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