Find Me a Cure

November 28, 2009
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I can not read the words that pour like bile
from my own heart
from my own pen.
My eyes fill with passion
wet and salty
that burns as it runs down
the cheeks you once stroked
and kissed.
I miss you
to put it simply.

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