my hands untiedA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittI am arid, dried up, settled never to return again to the placated little angel that grew up in the way. My tears have been shed for you my hands untied my skin is free from you and I can finally sleep at night.
© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Sarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |
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