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Sep 2013
I smooth a frown line on this skin
constant suggestion of a sin
Lightening hearts and caressing fingers
stubbornly still it lingers
Reminding me of the piercing rays
of his smile and that haze
of rain that fell in her eyes
And your feelings that you shroud in disguise
as nothing.
They're under an invisability cloak
And her face is hidden in a heavy smoke
And I had searing sun and enviable tan
But sweet summer fades and leaves me no man
or beast or beauty or being at all
It's just me. And this mirror gazing on the wall...

I need to heal, where should I begin?

...with the damage I did to my skin
Shevola
Written by
Shevola  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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   Emma and Aisling O' L
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