Like Hearts
Minuscule openings
Well pits of dark
For muddling angst
Writing a part
Voice is choice
A focused laser
Turned round on myself
Metaphors endangered
You know it’s life
In all resonate charm
Glory of accomplishment
From scar tissue won
When finding no limit
Now what to believe?
Life’s circle repeats
Like hearts will skip beats
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November 21, 2009 at 12:53 am
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November 22, 2009 at 2:13 pm
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