Mitta Xinindlu

Freshman - 626 Points (South Africa)

These Hands - Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

These hands are killers.
These hands are keepers.
Never once did I do good.
Never once did I do doom.

Topic(s) of this poem: deep

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

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