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Nov 2010
Her eyes are like my therapy
with a glint that calms my nerves
even if she doesn't know
this feelings not deserved.
I am a head case
with a basket full of bad habits
smokers cough & tar filled lungs
is just one amongst the average.
Too much **** & too much *****
consumed in self absorption
not even worth a single cent
and I've claimed it as extortion.
Yet her smile is a blessing
from my immoral being
swept up by her laughter
distracts internal screaming,
I bare the curses of a lesser man
but never say a word
because it's through her heart & soul
that I know that I'll be cured.
Written November 16, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
Written by
James M Boyer
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   Ella Gwen
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