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Apr 2013
Ouch!


Eyelash on eyeball
Won't go away
Despite rubbing so....
                              Hurts!


There's a broken heart
Upon your threshold,
Lady Spring.....
                        Departs.


Tripping hard
Fall in haste
Stuck in
Your mind's.....
                         Cage.


All encompassing
Heavy, grey sheets
Bar in
Prisoner
Diminishing....
                        Sanity.


She­ knows not
Perhaps she does, but
Chooses to.....
                         Ignore.


Wanna grow older with me?
Emotional chess
Not a fun......
                     Game!


Mind your sheep
No pastoral welcome awaits
One, two.....
                    three...



S T, 20 April 2013
One, two, three....oh, lemme get to ten, dear heavens.


Verbal lashings....ooh, less said, the better!

Aaahhh, for silence.......
Ok.


Are words just a trap?
Yes, I think they can be :/

The more we say, the less the space....

Now, I think I'll just shurrup!  lol
st64
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