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May 2010
It's unbearable claws
neverending dispair
a pain you would know
like blood in the snow
like rain on hot skin
the line was drawn thin
between sanity and then
the mind with its sin
a caged feral beast
is my love at least
the morning I dread
so I won't go to bed
and I will wait with the night
in the veneer of this lie
until morning light
fightning sleep
until dawn
on my breast
I yawn
then I
weep
unkowingly,
fighting sleep
I rather not sleep, for I will regret what I have done in the morning.
Written by
Sherrie Lee Hurd
902
   PK Wakefield
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