Let
I begged you
let me
be my true fate
be twenty - sharp as a knife
be black on white
be air for a man
be twenty-five - the pure baby cry
be half way there - light.
And you let
and there's nothing
I wouldn't bear
for your sake
Copyright © Manuela Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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