Author: Stacey


He runs his fingers
through his hair
Cool glass
against his lips
Throughout his life
you were not there
His life
has come to this

Detesting the wrath
that burns within
ripping him apart

Why does he bother
living like this
fills his heart


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brandy ( -- Tuesday, August 31 2004, 02:44 am


hey this is a great poem
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