Found Poetry 800

10/12/21

beat, whip, stab
I silently allow the scour
my body worked like shoe leather
to know the weak point of their power
they lose it as I gather

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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