my hand,
for your hand
a heart's glass,
a trickle of sand
a flashing tide,
on doubtful shore
tied to hope,
with hope no moor
my hand,
for your hand
Paradise Awaits
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15 days away from contracts, spreadsheets, meetings, invoices, hard hats &
high-vis, the 5.37am train from Caringbah and his best mate the 4.40am
alarm. ...
12 years ago
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