Strangers passing in the street, by chance, two separate glances meet, and I am you and what I see is me
Thursday, 21 January 2016
Church
I don't want this anger that's burning in me.
It's something from which it's so hard to be free.
But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage can make any difference, or turn back the page.
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