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It Can BA a Malady, My
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December Stuff 2014 It Can Be a Malady, My
Illness is......
All I have, it's, bloody words.
Just more..... fucking poetry!
With an abundance of love,
that I just can't.......share.
And so it eats me up ......inside.
Misty eyes..... caused,
by wistful tears......
From a stilled, heart .
Who knows,....what's real, and what's a dream?
I exhaled..... Long ago.
Smoke, slowly drifting.
Like a genie, from the bottle.
Parting like a ghost,
While taking, a part of me.
Like lost love,
That left....... just enough.
A little cancer.
To darken, my soul......
That ate, into my being.
Devouring.....
My
Passion, for life.
Giajl © Jim Love
