One more graceless fall.
I land down here among the broken
Pieces I had cast away long ago.
All the sorrows re-stick
Like boulder-heavy burrs
To my sweater-soft heart.
Why do old wounds re-open?
Look how the bloods all run together.
All the sorrows re-stick
Like boulder-heavy burrs
To my sweater-soft heart.
Why do old wounds re-open?
Look how the bloods all run together.
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| Portal III by Pamela Hunt Lee |
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