shelter my soul,
under new molds,
when time is checked in,
where do the hands go,
sailing it slow,
reminding of goals,
trade it for gold
selling ur soul
sheltering eyes,
hide in plain sight,
rid of my wrongs
rid of my wrights
sliver inside
no shoes
no lights
all that is wrong
is all that is wright
shelter my bones
©friedman27
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