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Burn burn fire though the water runs cold;
Inside the fire and the ice do weld;
To coil, to strike, to sink below;
Locked inside this feeling does dwell.

Not inflicted but self-imposed;
Etched on the soul in lines of prose;
Locked and bound but never ceasing;
Wanting to be free but bounds increasing.

Freedom and torment,
Hate of guilt,
Love of love but silence still;
To break the lock my heart endures,
To open mine nad welcome yours.





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egalntine said...
Oct. 12, 2009 at 8:50 pm
hi! this is the author and i'd really like some criticism. i've already noticed some stupid mistakes, like typos, but i'd really love some feed back.
thanks!!
 
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