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I touch the word to see the eye within
a flame that once was held for me.
For fear of loss admit betrayal to seek
the truth that holds no peace
Belief belies a mind beyond so speak
a place the name the knife and chime.
Time whips red and deep to barb the heal
Nail in words to rip a palm a crest of wanted
tears and lace to salt the broken bonded flesh.
Twist the child to ring the man and gag the
memory of all that now remains, pinch the pain
and douse the light and see the visible soul.

◄ 95% Sure Perhaps

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Thu 21st Nov 2013 10:56

Thanks Solar )

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Rose Casserley

Wed 20th Nov 2013 21:08

Deep!this great poem is approaching me from quite a few angles.Excellent!x

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