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Disturbed
Your wounds are sacred to me,
In them i find solace.
They shine so brightly, and scream to me praise thy name.
But you scare the hell out of me,
There's something about you not so very sweet...
You're cold, you make me freeze,
You're cold;
Very cold,
My dear.
The ability to see and yet
The ability to see and yet appreciate both sides of a coin is what allows someone to stand upon the rim of it and embrace the abundance of life to it's fullest. Nice work.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "