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May 2014
How will i bleed for you today
and in what way?
From which vein will my life's blood flow
as the page turns, always a new way.
How will you make me squirm?
Everyday i face, there you  stand
I'm seemingly lost with no escape plan.

Standing strong, my feet upon solid ground
echos of you sweep my steps from beneath me
and yet i know each pain inflicted
releases another injury.
My only freedom will be found
in this self allowed agony.
SpiritHeart67
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SpiritHeart67  Deep Within The Field
(Deep Within The Field)   
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     Troy hoban, --- and SpiritHeart67
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