Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

waking up (7 Dec 2011)

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waking up from this fantasy
left open wounds, constant bleeding
I never knew if life or death
was more appealing

I never knew what I was capable of

pain, like that of an unborn child
can have no name, no face
and yet it cuts the deepest
loss of all

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