give up to the good life
An experiment of words.
Friday, December 03, 2004
Left Hand
Back when I would leave my land
I could take on any man
Using nothing but my left hand
Now I don't see the light
Except when it cuts through the dark
And I can't narrow my eyes enough to fight
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