Old Habits Never Die

September 4, 2010
Clean and fresh spaces smothered by this words with no meaning
digging deep inside the passion I no longer possess
Now that my heart is stitched up, there is no longer use for a broken poem
Nor a hopeful one
Just words that holds no reason whatsoever
A hopeless poet trying to make a new path

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