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Monday, November 8, 2010


too sweet to be forgotten
to painful to be rewound
salt rubbed in a wound
ripples in a pond
poured from an aching destiny
that reached too far beyond
limits set before our time
horizon unto dawn
now hold to us the chains that bind
restrain all our desires
restricts the passion far beneath
the surface of our smile
and guides us past the boundaries
brings relief in lieu
The hardship meant to torment us
For all we say and do

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