Deep Poetry: My wounds

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Monday, September 20, 2010

My wounds

Wind blew through my hair Hot, deep inside, wishing that you would care Your burdens are nothing new, but tell me why do you stare? Did I take away your eyesight? Do I cause you to flare? Is it possible that your love and my love can share, Delusions that can blind our minds without leaving a trace Incessant thoughts will exterminate my heart with your brace Leading me to a stumped place where I sank in your grace Over and over, I dream about your smile and your fragile face Vicious echoes... Sign in to see full entry.

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