the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 221 – Red Hands

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Guilty as charged:
Young one

Do not think you can escape
The damage you have left in your wake?
Well hope it’s something one can remake,

Guilty of lying

Found you
Caught you

Remold, redo, reweave and tie
Hope it’s something new to try
For you’ve balanced along the thinnest line

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