A poem is writing me she takes my hand, holds pen, guides softly my brain thinks, and she chuckles, places her hand over mine, gently let go, she whispers I’ve got this one
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A poem is writing me she takes my hand, holds pen, guides softly my brain thinks, and she chuckles, places her hand over mine, gently let go, she whispers I’ve got this one
a poem on election day