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Post by Whimsical||MUSE; on Sept 22, 2011 2:48:39 GMT -5
A/N Ipod poetry numba 2 .o.
By Any other Name
Words form like drops of poison on my tongue Lacerations that cause scarring: "It's okay if you don't look my way," It's alright to feel the hositility the anger the misery Am I simply misunderstood? No, no -- I am no angel; not anymore. My knight would no longer recognize my face lost amongst the hard lines of bitterness and thorny defense. Am I a rose or simply the thorn?
August 17, 2011
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