Month: September 2015

Gut Feeling

Passion hits me Hard, deep for keeps On the side Of my emotions All I can do is check for bruises Advertisements

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Twigs

These arms are worthless They are but twigs Covered with dry moss Easily trampled, broken Back to dust, back to dirt If I had the heart to care for you My limbs couldn’t, wouldn’t lift For lack of strength I attempt to hold you…

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