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Dont Hurt Your Mind

Poetry by Sage Joseph Hagan

Monday, October 11, 2010

Strong Hands

The city below calls to me,
as the hot air from my breathe can be seen rising in the cool German air,
here in this land great destruction was born.
As I ponder the remains of this,
I can only see the work of time as it eventually will heal everything.

We have to give time...time.
Posted by Sage Hagan at 2:48 AM
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