Felt then, back, now.A Poem by What happened to simple old me?
If you pin and stich a blackbird, stitching and tearing his feathers and
peeling back his skin, tight, tearing and disaligning that muscular alignment, you'll have that night. A stripping of soul from body the painful beginning of a numbness. © 2011 What happened to simple old me? |
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2 Reviews Added on June 21, 2011 Last Updated on June 21, 2011 AuthorWhat happened to simple old me?United KingdomAbout'Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you .. more..Writing
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