Absent JittersA Poem by PinkjumpersA poem dedicated to a decadent manA prisoner, Captured in the chambers of my heart. But I’m the one enslaved, by a world that cannot start.
The memories, like veins are encumbering chains. A pulse retained, But little else remains. And the only means To fully amend, Is to count and listen
for the beating to end. © 2013 Pinkjumpers |
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Added on February 7, 2013 Last Updated on February 7, 2013 Tags: Love, relationships, life Author
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