The morning came and dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown
A pounding head accompanied twisting fickle bowels
And as I slip into composure I paste a poignant frown
On a tired countenance
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emptying it out and refilling a new hope is a journey well begun..cauterize cancerous wounds before they spread to the universe of your soul, , good poem as usual.
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emptying it out and refilling a new hope is a journey well begun..cauterize cancerous wounds before they spread to the universe of your soul, , good poem as usual.