- Non-Erotic Poetry
- 2_11 again
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His death will be remembered in my heart as the time that my face fell down in glass
I never got back up till an angel touched my wings with ink and so my words poured onto the ground and he saved me because the humor and laughter I still had left that that evil bastard had not taken away me
When my face my face was finally clean all that remained was ink blots and no angel to heal me
I am blind and even if I were not color would be difficult to see.
I can breathe without feeling feeling a sharp edge down my throat.
It has been too long.
And so I pray and gain strength to love again.
I know now what one looses and gains at a fair price.
Truth is only dreamed of
whats abstract time can only fade and dissolve people's masquerades away.
Be afraid be very afraid
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