Calm, composed
Shall I look deeper?
Injured, stabbed
Rusted, scarred
Touch the wrong place and get jabbed
The surface is safe
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Saturday, August 25, 2012
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