Monday, November 2, 2015

raindrops foggy heart
frigid gusts shivering spine
stands but still wrong

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I have wronged myself
And hurt my love with weakness
I deserve cold drought

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The mountain goat climbs
To peaks unseen by mens eyes
And falls to its death

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i hope i die when
the fire in my eyes goes out
like a zoo tiger

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