Thursday, 31 March 2011

and when they...

and when they
gnawed at your soul
and you gave them
every piece, willingly or forced

there was still a bit left
that was not yours to give,
with his imprint and breath
in so much as he exists
Posted by mc losh at Thursday, March 31, 2011

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