Open Poetry #9 |
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Inside the eye |
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courtney923 Junior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 43 |
Pass me down, to days of bliss Humble sound, not to this Had it all, but what I wished Inside the eye, lies a list Of visionary treasures, and times gone past Holding out, for future drifts Looking back, with sudden hits Heading north, to meet my kiss Walking the edges, not to miss Along this drop, my fallen fist Cold like ice, burns like fire Melting out, any desire Along this turn, begining to tire Open wounds, and broken wire Trapped inside, but noones here Losing my mind, and it's unclear Should I give up, or run somewhere |
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