NowA Poem by Sharp17Shaking hands, hide crying eyes, my broken soul. My pain filled cries, honeysuckle voice, calling from the light. A broken life, A mind like mine. A heart stiched up, by unknowing hands. The beating starts, my life again.
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Added on May 2, 2011 Last Updated on May 2, 2011 Author
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