A Very [Different] Kind of Blog.
Monday, December 9, 2013
[trust] no one.
A quiet lesson learned
Thoughts desensitized.
A hungry whisper
After sundown.
Questions asked
Trust taken by the neck,
And snapped to pieces.
Pain sunken to the core
Bled dry
Distortion of your face
No longer dicipherable
And yet
My beloved adoration
Still pulses
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December 9, 2013 at 6:32 PM
That's deep
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December 11, 2013 at 7:05 AM
Thanks Paul for your support!
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That's deep
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