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Nov 2013
you punch too much
with hate and lies
my battered soul
I can't disguise

cut off my breath
til I turn blue
I wait for death
to escape you

I look in space
just a shell a can
a dam a hand

and the mirror
tells me I'm okay
but I barely notice
there's nothing
left to say

dear mystery
where did you go
and leave me here
so all alone
letting them punch me

oh I know
just let love show
but their punches grow

©2003 Lyn
Lyn Senz 2
Written by
Lyn Senz 2  M/Ohio b.26dec1963
(M/Ohio b.26dec1963)   
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