Tuesday, May 17, 2011
At war
choking on a hint of breath . leaking from a pin drop hole . wrapped inside insanity . twisted knots of frailty . caged within an open space . a mirror for which there is no face . heart bewildered set me free . i long for that which cleanses me . death is close . life is far . who will win this terrible war?
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