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nothing could...
By Belle
A cigarette burn
The glisten of the syringe
A pin prick
A needle
A vile full of the cleanest drug
Nothing could bring me back
Your knife
You keep it clean
You claw at this skin
But it feels so glorious
Nothing could bring me back
Free me from you
Shackle me by your side
I scream in front of you
You hold me so close
Cradle these wounds
Make new scars that I'll never forget
It gets dark so late
When you're far from my reach
I dig these hands into the dirt
Just to feel your roots
Just to feel you shake
A late drive
The lonliness of a rode undriven
A heartache
An empty hand
A phone call with no end
Nothing could set me back
Shackle me by your side.
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Copyright 2004 Belle
Published on Monday, June 14, 2004.
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"Poetry"
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On Saturday, March 25, 2006, monalisamarie
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wrote:
This was positively... eye-opening. You poured this out like sulfuric-fricken-acid. And it burned all the way through. VERY well done, very well done indeed
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On Thursday, June 24, 2004, Beautiful Scars
(175) wrote:
Wow..Im at a loss for words, you are amazing..
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On Wednesday, June 16, 2004, capt_funguy
(778) wrote:
oooh ... excellent push stream ... despergrasp ... gritty and cool .... funguy
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On Tuesday, June 15, 2004, K_Love
(525) wrote:
Beautiful yet again. You're an amazing poet I must say. ~Kirsten~
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