HIS NEW HOME - 1 year ago

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On his knees he fell,

In the cold night

his knees made love to the ground.

He stayed, speaking less.

Listening more waiting for his breakthrough.

As he waited for redemption

Clouds of rain rose

Strom's came yet on his knees he reminded.

Sunrise to sunset his knees were on the ground.

Until his master spoke the ground was his home.

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