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kenzie — Wrists
Published: 2002-03-18 23:32:31 +0000 UTC; Views: 255; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 15
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wrists acheinvisible scar
and i havent even cut them yet
woundless blood
oozes thick as syrup
just as sweet
feeble and tired
life flows through my severed veins
bitter as lemonade
through my eyes
these two frozen orbs
with the solidity and chill
of polished steel
i sit and long for three things
a word of hate to make me weep
let me have my release
and then a hug
a word of love
so i can recover
having cut the umbilical cord of my anguish
and retreat undesterbed
for an hour of so of sleep
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Not as good as your last one, but if it made you feel better, that's fine. I just can't get into depression poetry because I hear too much of it and it becomes this formless angst to me. But it's cool. I love you.
- Ed
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