Hells Tree
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Hells tree where I hang
A round sack colour black
Inside little black Knots woven along ropes of black
Of all my sins that need paying to clear my rent
All would be paid to clear but prayer is also needed.
I am of age to face my debt.
With a glimmer of hope.
Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2025
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