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Wounded Flowers
Hear the shuffled footsteps drag upon the cold alone
Looking for a distant stone an ancient memory
Dryness caked upon the ground with lives that never were
Looking for a trace of wounded flowers
Rows of dying blossoms dripping open in the rain
Satyrs running naked in the summer nights of love
Cracked and dripping idols close their eyes against the pain
Blinded aged still ...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 10:01 pm
Band-Aids
Those words
All the ones I wrote
Like band aids
Across the wounds
You left all over me
All the words
That flooded out of me
Aligning themselves
In comprehendible lines
And organized stanzas
They helped dry my tears
Allowed me to forget
Gave me the strength
To move forward
Providing a closure
That didn’t require you
And I forgave myself
...Wednesday 28th March 2018 8:27 pm
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