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no pain
It fragile and broken, the skin in which i engraved your name.
Slowly tearing apart beneath the blade.
But i feel no pain...
Your memory is wilting as i am forgotten, so i let my anger slit right through my wrists.
But i feel no pain...
Our love has faded, giving me no motivation. Your soul is empty, it always loved me in vein.
But i feel no pain...
Slowly tearing apart beneath the blade.
But i feel no pain...
Your memory is wilting as i am forgotten, so i let my anger slit right through my wrists.
But i feel no pain...
Our love has faded, giving me no motivation. Your soul is empty, it always loved me in vein.
But i feel no pain...
Published 30th Nov 2009
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30th Nov 2009 00:32am
Deliberately using vein for vane is quite masterful, Taylor. So enjoyable that I think it's too short.
30th Nov 2009 00:39am
30th Nov 2009 00:46am
30th Nov 2009 1:12am
But ya see that's the best part - the way it reminds the reader of the cuts you talked about earlier in your poem. Hope ya get it. Your poem is great.
30th Nov 2009 11:13pm
9th Jan 2010 3:23am
abracadab is correct. and for the future, remember, mistakes are
sometimes the best, be sure and lie; say they they were intentional.
resolve to make more. what's really happening is that the writer
inside you is peeking out, meditate and let her out more.
sometimes the best, be sure and lie; say they they were intentional.
resolve to make more. what's really happening is that the writer
inside you is peeking out, meditate and let her out more.
