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Leave me Be
Contributed by
senates
on
Saturday, 20th June 2015 @ 01:39:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Swollen fingers pick at a blemish,
A scab forms,
Broken skins shows what's inside,
blood hardening,
Protecting its Anima,
This pulsating appendage
Aches,
Pry at this shell,
Pain resumes,
Dazed by cowardice,
Iron in my blood
Did not make me strong,
Comfortable,
But twisted,
Maybe if I showed more Crimson,
It would come to show
The human I sought to be.
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senates
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2015-06-20 01:39:46]
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Re: Leave me Be
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by alicewhite on
Saturday, 20th June 2015 @ 02:41:23 AM AEST
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| Bee says buzz off lol. But seriously. That was spooky to read. Well done. Oh bother ' where is my honey pot ?. Your poem made me want some. |
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Re: Leave me Be
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 21st June 2015 @ 08:22:54 PM AEST
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| I like this poem. I tend to pick at scabs and perhaps your poem explains why, to an extent. Nice |
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