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Nov 2009
The agony of pain
I tolerate as of now
Forking deeply into my back
This sharpen spear which I cannot see
Has to be removed by sterile hands of comfort
As I lay twisting and turning
While this impregnable object claims me
As victor
Voicing another cry
To attend my howling call
Now
I am speechless
As distress captures me
How can suffering invigorates souls?
Written by
Diverseman2020  Austin, TX
(Austin, TX)   
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   Bryanna Barker
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