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The surge and swell, oh hell! The grinding steel, the cheeks don’t feel A right hook that never was like the anesthesia that thaws. Kissing my jaw, making it’s way The agony that stems from root to vein. I scream and groan with every breath As life returns to this mouth of death. Piece by piece, all was lost A week of pain is what it cost. Quarter of half is out of the way I pray the others will come to stay. Wisdom is grown, not gained. Then lost, as the mouth that spoke it waned. This glorious day of pain will not be forgotten But revered, profanely begotten.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
Wisdomless
The surge and swell, oh hell! The grinding steel, the cheeks don’t feel A right hook that never was like the anesthesia that thaws. Kissing my jaw, making it’s way The agony that stems from root to vein. I scream and groan with every breath As life returns to this mouth of death. Piece by piece, all was lost A week of pain is what it cost. Quarter of half is out of the way I pray the others will come to stay. Wisdom is grown, not gained. Then lost, as the mouth that spoke it waned. This glorious day of pain will not be forgotten But revered, profanely begotten.
Posted on May 9, 2014
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M/India
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
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