Writing in Braille
He wanted to fight
He gave a black eye
Hands clenched, and no blow
She wanted a high
She begged for a dime
Hands eager, and no dough
He wanted to eat
He laid at shoed feet
Hands gesture, and too slow
She wanted to cry
She stood by the side
Hands quiver, and no hug
He wanted to kill
He achieved his thrill
Hands folded, and already gone
Is it me to perceive
A small hand in peace
Hands out, and held in love
Is in a world meant to be
Where only fools can see
Hehehe silly me
This must be your city
I’m writing in Braille
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