Born Again HeathenA Poem by MpotavinPrayers scar these knees as I lick the blood from your hands. I stole the solstice for your party. Happy Birthday! No, you can't open it early. I put it in a box with hope and a few other bits of wisdom I've found along the way like, don't fight over the remote there is nothing on.
I wash myself in your sweat and tears, scrubbing all the naughty bits. They look pretty clean to me. Your agents think it's not enough, you wouldn't be seen with the likes of me. I make sure I'm extra raw.
I don't believe but you still see me and smile.
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2 Reviews Added on June 12, 2008 AuthorMpotavinPhoenix, AZAboutI have stood before cameras and stage. Smiled or just screamed in rage. I have feasted and gorged, fasted and purged my soul balanced between darkness and light. I have held a man as he died, whispere.. more..Writing
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