These empty begging hands are beckoning to see.
To see how useless they seem to be.
Beautiful words were once held.
But now are not upheld.
They scream for recognition.
But to the eye they’re an apportion.
Now these you have delve.
These empty begging hands
Are now my empty broken book shelves.
To see how useless they seem to be.
Beautiful words were once held.
But now are not upheld.
They scream for recognition.
But to the eye they’re an apportion.
Now these you have delve.
These empty begging hands
Are now my empty broken book shelves.
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