Cycled

A Poem by What happened to simple old me?

What is it like to feel? Only rich sensations

capture slightly my attention.

A daring scratch upon my neck, then more

as I venture home.

Why would one sabotage perfection, for such glorious imperfections;

there is something delicious about the pain.

© 2011 What happened to simple old me?

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What happened to simple old me?

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'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..