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Blood Lifted
By SaintNHB
Fresh burning taste on my tongue
from flying through the air
Crisp
moonlight in the sky high hung
I can feel my scars all there,
Only
difference is, I haven't got a care
My weakness always was your heartbeat
standing bare
In front of me clean and soft
Like worn out books
found in my loft -
Weathered with use and knowledge
And
my only sorrow is loneliness
While still drifting in my shadows
I'm no longer heavied by my mistakes
I wont feel that until I wake
I am always miserable at the realization
I have to do it all again
I'm a fiend for what I don't know
So reckless with the wise
I've earned
-SaintNHB. 10-27-12
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Copyright 2012 SaintNHB
Published on Saturday, October 27, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Wrote this after a drive today, the fall weather was lovely.Comments on "Blood Lifted"
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A former member wrote:
Beautiful work, fall brings much to desire, and alot of lost.
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On Sunday, January 6, 2013, SaintNHB
(41)
wrote:
Thank you... Fall is the best time of the year. It shows how beautiful death can be, with all the trees turning lovely colors. Giving in to a crisp clean white.
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On Sunday, October 28, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...always seeking further knowledge, pursuing it at lightspeed. be careful w/those Icarus wings...
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On Sunday, October 28, 2012, SaintNHB
(41) wrote:
I get burned a lot flying to close to the sun.
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